Holding on

Walking on the thin line between this life and the afterlife. 

I'm fighting. Fighting for my life. 

Fighting to hold on. 

This illness is gathering all it's strength. I'm getting worse. 

The torture is once again to intense. 

Inside of me I'm crying out for help. 

I don't know what to do. 

There is nothing I can do. 

But to hold on. 

I'm holding on for my bare life. 

The torture is getting worse, 

And I'm getting tired.