Tyler Tillett - Joann Lyon

To my grandma Joann Lyon, I put myself in her position.
1936-2008

I feel like to die, I don’t know why. I sense it.
I can smell it as time goes on and I grow old.
I don’t know right from wrong..
I don’t have feelings, just memories, that fade in and out.. I
hate it. The way people look at me, the way they just stair.
I hate it. I wish I could already die. They keep me on life support.
My body is growing weaker and weaker every day, every hour, every minute.
I take pills, horse pills. ewwie pills.
To big for me to swallow. They mush them
up. I cant movie.
I pee and poop in the bed. The very same bed I sleep in.
I get bathe and pampered... untill I finally let go.. of...
everything all my memories all of my friends, and family.
With everyone watching me, crying. Felling pain.
I just want to be with my dad..

Tyler Tillett

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