The hardest part about dying is knowing.
You know you’re dying. Deep inside, you can feel your muscles contract, as if it’s preparing for that one last squeeze. You can feel your senses losing – giving up on you. You can sense your mind floating, like a ship without a sailor. You can feel your body breaking down, one part at a time. It may hurt, or it may not. It depends. But no one ever really tells you. Well, maybe they do but it’s never the dirty truth. They say ‘You will be alright.’ ‘Everything’s fine.’ But I’m not and it’s not. You see, no one would ever come out and say you’re going to die soon. And that just makes everything worse.