Alone

Sitting in a cold chair staring at an old picture frame, looking at a face that was once filled with life. Now all alone and terrified, there is no hand to hold. No one to speak my worries to. I feel the toxins slowly course into my veins. A cold sensation runs up my arm and down my spine. The metallic taste in your mouth getting stronger. Legs elevated, blood pressure low. All alone, in a place where death is in the air and all around you. Laying in this cold and eerie recliner hearing the beeping of the machine while it continues to drip the toxins into your veins. Realization kicks in. Am I making the right decision? Will this kill me faster? Mind racing, all alone, no one to run to. All alone, staring at the old picture frame, pleading to God, please remove my loneliness.