Euthanasia

• Setu Hissaria, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

You call it legal suicide,
But maybe its leaving this world dignified.

Trapped within my body no way to communicate.
You say deal with it, ‘it’s in my fate.’
The pain I feel, coursing through my veins,
is just used as a topic for your debate.

You say I am still breathing the same air,
but with broken ribs, punctured lungs and despair.
I beg to allow the pureness of my soul
to escape this shattered, weakened host.

To save a life against their will,
Isn’t it the same as making a kill?

You call it legal suicide,
But maybe I just want to leave, dignified.