You're incurable sick
Your eyes seems similar to death
You don't have any joy of life
And you want to die as soon as possible
Your pain is unbearable
And with every day
Your situation becomes more critical
The uncertainty takes no end
Who has the right
To decide about life
That isn`t actually an existence
Who has the right
To keep the machines moving
Let them go because such a life
Is not worth living for
Gripped like in chains
You can't move your lifeless
You have to wish to leave this world
But nobody can liberate you from this misery
You have to walk through this hell yourself