When This Body Fails to Mend

I live

and

I die 

constantly.

I don't know how many years I've been here.

But it feels like hell.

Maybe, it is hell.

I don't feel human.

I think,

one day,

this body will fail to mend.

The curse will be finally lifted.

When my body fails to mend,

I hope I go somewhere nice.

It's brilliant to be alive. 

Being alive never ceases to be brilliant.

However, when this body fails to mend,

I will be more than happier to leave.

For I'm only a worthless human.

It's not fair to be alive like this.

There's so many out there who deserves this kind of life. 

But I'm not the one.

So, 

when this body fails to mend,

grant the gift of life

                               to 

                                 someone

                                            more 

                                                  deserving.