life is short

life will come to an end for me
my breathing gets weaker, as my heart rate becoms slower, it is fading, fading out of exsistance, i don't know how much longer until god asks me to join him up in heaven, i don't have much time left, my heart is getting weaker, getting weaker by the minute as i lay in my hospital bed dyining in front of those i love so much, a tear rushes down my mother's sobbing face and yet i know that she is happy that i have made it thid far. i'm losing the battle, as i fight all strokes that come. i'm 17 and i am in danger. 17 and dying. life will come to an end for me.