I try so hard to open my eyes from this coma state of mind. My hand clinching yours is not the twitching kind That tear you see is not from the tremendous pain I bear. Oh yes… I hear you, I am very much aware. All the voices in my room contemplating my demise. I’m fighting for my life; you want to bury me alive. Hanging by a thread with every breath the machine takes. He may as well be dead what if he never wakes? That tear you see is not from the tremendous pain I bear. . yes… I hear you, I am very much aware. All the voices in my room contemplating my demise. I’m fighting for my life; you want to bury me alive. In tears you say you will miss me, can’t you see that I’m not gone. I was there for you all your life now you’re leaving me alone. That tear you see is not from the tremendous pain I bear. Oh yes… I hear you, I am very much aware. All the voices in my room contemplating my demise. I’m fighting for my life; you want to bury me alive. Make it easier on you to pull that plug and end it all for me. All the suffering will be over the way you want it to be. That tear you see is not from the tremendous pain I bear. Oh yes… I hear you, I am very much aware. All the voices in my room contemplating my demise. Gasped the last breath of my life; you can bury me now………I died.
Simply my Thoughts
Dean Butler
