Killed Alive Poem by ethan stalder

I hear them talk about my death
I try to speak, but my words are deaf
I don't know how long its been
It seems like just yesterday, I came in
My eyes are closed, but my mind is open
you bring in people, I hear and know them
They are my friends mourning my loss
They are my friends, at least I thought
I tell them that 'I am not dead'
But I guess the words are in my head
I might as well be dead
because I'm sure not living
I try to think of the last thing I was doing
I remember I was skateboarding with my friends
Then I fell and then this began
No voice, No sight, Not able to move
Even having other people choose
The way I live, the way I will die
my eyes don't work, so I'm unable to cry
They have finally decided it's my time to die
So with this last thought
I would like to say
goodbye