Lasting

I'd love to die,

But my body just won't let me.

It's been two heart attacks,

One brain tumor,

And four rounds of chemo.

But here I am.

Breathing...

Ticking...

Lasting...

For at least another day or so.

I'm a medical marvel, they say.

What kind of miracle takes a dozen pills a day?

It'd be better for everyone if I just said goodbye,

Ended it once and for all.

No more pain,

No more surgeries,

No more transfusions.

Just darkness...quiet...peace.

Forever.

But will heaven still accept me if I quit before my time is up?