The Option of Killing Yourself Before a Stroke Takes over Your Life - Open Letters

Let the hitch sway free and never again

It could be weeks before they find me

And tell your kid to stop saying my name

Let it die in vain

I will go on my own

By my own hands

On my own terms

I will go alone

By my own hands

On my own terms

I’ve crutched along with road and rail

Still this loneliness prevails

Seems it’s getting hard to breathe

No valour in a hospice bed

Stained sheets, the meals spoonfed

Longevity is clutching onto everything

Pull out and slip away

Elated from the body ache

Because I don’t think I’ll last much longer

What you said I misinterpreted

What you said I misinterpreted

And now I’m acting on those words

I’m acting on those words

So flustered and so frustrated

That’s how it all escalated

Now it’s getting hard to breathe, so

No valour in a hospice bed

Stained sheets, the meals spoonfed

Longevity is clutching onto everything

Pull out and slip away

Elated from the body ache

Because I don’t think I’ll last much longer

No valour in a hospice bed

Stained sheets, the meals spoonfed

Longevity is clutching onto everything

Pull out and slip away

Elated from the body ache

Autonomously ready to feel nothing at all

At all