All my friends are gone, I am ready to embrace the cold embrace of death. There is no point in existing anymore, I have done all I had to do in this lifetime, there is no life force left in me.
I tell others I am not afraid to die, but I am terrified of dying, but even more terrified of living like a vegetable, worn out bones because of bed sores and a toilet pan under my bed.
This cannot be the end to my glorious life? How can it be?