By Christopher Michael Carter

The doctor said I would be fading slowly
I would have been happier had he given me a shorter death sentence
One day
Perhaps even an hour to live
Would suffice a lot more than a slow drift
To disappear before everyone's very eyes
It's sad
I want to curl up and die
Knowing I won't be of worth to anyone adds to that
But then again
Maybe I was never of worth
Regardless of my small fraction of a death wish
I'm too strong and I've come too far to let this take me
If it wants me
It will have to fight for me
And if it wants me that bad
A fight is what it will get

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