Choices

Do you ever wish death was upon you?
     Yet you are not ill or feel sick.
Is the dread of what haunts you such burdon?
     That it's death in your mind that you seek.

For those who have passed of the cancer,
     Or many who's hearts stop of beat.
The agony fill their dear loved ones,
     It's memories and peace they do seek.

So when you have a dispair so consuming,
     That you feel it's your life you must take.
Remember of those without choices,
     Who would gladly have traded you place.