You know you are dying,
When you can no longer laugh at silly things.
When you no longer feel the cool breeze.
When you no longer hear the sound of flowing water.
When you no longer feel the sunlight.
When you no longer respond to love,
Or feel the hatred.
When nothing can amuse you any longer.
When emotions just tend to leave you.
You know you are dead,
When you know this is happening to you,
And you still don’t feel like doing anything about it,
anything at all.