Why Did You Choose To Kill Me?

Today I lie, helpless on this death bed,
Unable to tell how much I want to survive,
God! If there was a way for me to resurrect,
Somehow I could again be alive,
I faintly remember, the ill fated day,
When my life had become nothing but an ash tray,
I can't recollect or recount,
How many days and night had passed,
For how many seasons on this bed I lied,
I remember the day, when my senses came at last,
I was so happy but soon to my aghast,
I couldn't blink my eyes,
I couldn't move my limbs,
I tried to shout but couldn't open my mouth,
Is this my fate?
Is this now what I have become?
A living dead or a waste?
Countless days and nights had passed,
Even the seasons swiftly flew by, Gradually I began to reconcile,
I try to feel the world and hear the sounds,
Even create poetry within my heart,
I can feel the warmth of summer and the sounds of rain,
Oh! The fragrance of spring flowers will drive me mad again,
I can hear the gentle rustle of the autumn leaves that fell,
Shiver in the wintry nights, that were as cold as hell,
I could hear my old folks come,
Kiss me on my forehead to keep my soul warm,
My heart overwhelms and sometimes can't bear,
I try hard with all my might but can't shed a single drop of tear, Sometimes I curse the heavens asking,
Why have my life been denied?
But my will deep inside drives me on to stay alive,
Fire of life fuels me on,
I say to myself to keep trying on,
But one dark day, creeped slowly by my side,
When the conversation of doctor and my parents, I over heard,
My folks were swiftly running out of dime,
I was becoming a burden with passing time,
They did all they could to help me survive,
Now it's unbearable for them and all efforts are futile,
Seeing me motionless and still each day,
They lost all faith and ceased to pray, To free me and them of all the pain, To let my spirit be free again,
It's better that I die, for them to survive,
I heard them agree to let me euthanize,
I was left with anguish and anger, How can they do this to me?
I may not be able to move and smile at will,
Is this the only reason for them to kill?
I struggle with all my might and will, Just to show that I live still,
I have my dreams to fulfill,
Remember, I was just 15 when I almost got killed,
Today I might be in my youth,
My life shouldn't end but must start, The fateful day has come upon,
Unwillingly I have to say this cruel world goodbye,
I feel the prick of the needle in my vein,
I keep trying to move again and again,
Maybe some parting words or a smile,
Maybe a wave of my hands to say goodbye,
I try with all my might and will,
It's futile,
I remain motionless and still,
The fluid now takes its toll,
Setting fire in my very soul,
Mind suddenly begins to get dull,
An unbearable pain trying to shred my skull,
Like torrents, memories come in flash,
Good times, the seasons, poetries when I was alive,
Soon I will meet my fate,
Fall asleep in the arms of Death,
Before I leave, I have a question for you,
If someone doesn't want to die,
But is helpless to say he wants to survive,
Will you not give a second thought, Before you decide to euthanize?