"How was I to know that this was always only just a little game to you,

All the time I felt you gave your heart I thought that I would do the same to you.

To tell the truth I should have seen it coming from a mile away..."

Once you're put on life support,

there is basically no other option.

No one expects a sudden recovery,

and spontaneous jerks of energy are no signs of hope.

No matter how hard the body's system tries to fight back,

it is inevitably, going through the process of decay.

The only variation from body to body

is the duration, the length of time it takes

till the organs reach the eventual stage of disrepair,

dysfunctionality.

In that specific scenario,

discomfort is hailed in from all directions;

the patient, ofcourse, suffers the more direct physical pain.

Yet, as those who've undergone these situations,

it's normally his closest;

family, friends and people of the like-

that suffer from pain in it's prevailing form.

Nothing hurts more than having to watch a loved pass.

Nothing hurts as much as to have to

watch love die.

and babe,

it hurts, like hell.

B.