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Dying from the time your born,
This is how we're told to live,
Working for shit we don't need,
Till we have no more to give,

Then abandoned in a sick bed,
Nobody to help pass time,
Lost, tired and weary,
To live like this is a crime,

Better to end it now,
With a little dignity,
Than live like a vegetable,
Someone set me free,

Take this life I have,
I know it's not the best,
I've had my time on earth,
Put my soul to rest.

Written 01:44am on the 18/05/2009 at Mersey Hospital while giving Dave a break from P.P.

I wrote this because I hate to see people at the end of their lives, slowly wasting away in a sick bed. If it was me, no longer able to look after myself, and had no quality of life, then I would hope someone would slip me a cyanide appletini, lol.

Pathos.