I would gladly give or take my life for just 1 month of love, some one to walk down the street with, Holding hands, Stopping occasionly for a kiss and a hug, On a clear night laying on a rug watching the stars and cuddling each other, Making love and becoming one. No judgement, Just talking,  laughing, Enjoying each others company. I am not afraid to die, But I am afraid of living. Every time I close my eyes I hope  never to wake, as my time is getting closer I am getting more tired of life, Why Doctors cannot fix me is beyond belief as my hatred for them is fully intact. For every one out there I dearly hope you can find a life of hope and love with magical stories that you can others about.