When I stepped foot into the room, I could feel a slience and then i heard the monitors, just as they were 3 months ago, nothing changed but the flowers, bedding, and the socks on your feet. It's been three months since you tried to take your life, it's been three months since you took that trip off the edge. You took those pills and went to sleep.
You havent woken up, you put yourself in a coma. I know you wanted to leave and i forgive you for everything. They wont take you off. I think it's time for them to let go. It's time for me to let go.
They were in the middle of a conversation, but I interuppted. I quielty said what needed to be said, tears streaming down my face.
" It's time, take her off." Thats all I said.