Here I am, standing,
Looking at the world below me,
The people driving to work,
The students making their way to class.
Like them, I used to live,
I used to dance, and sing and laugh,
Like them, I had a life,
Unlike them, my life has ended.
I know that in the end I'll go,
My presence will be forgotten, unwanted,
I'll be thought of only as a spoilt child,
That my parents had once had.
There is no use for me in finishing off my life,
And dying at 92, as an old lady in her bed,
I have no purpose in this world,
No goal, no light, nothing to live for.
So now at last, I stand alone,
Looking at the world below me.
I close my eyes, and say my last prayer:
"God, please end my suffering... Amen."
