It's all over.

There's nothing left for me.

I lie in a bed,

Unmoving, unresponsive,

Awaiting the reaper.

You clutch memories;

Granny giving you baths,

Granny making cookies,

Granny kissing you goodnight,

And tears fall when it's suggested.

I want to die.

Granny cannot hug you.

Granny cannot kiss you,

Or sing you lullabies,

Or tell you stories.

Granny is a vegetable.

Vegetables are not happy.

Vegetables are the unwanted

Occupants of a dinner plate,

Kept solely by force.

No one wants the vegetables.

Let me die.

We have the same memories,

But we see them differently.

You see Granny as the best,

But I see a little child

That doesn't know Granny is gone.

I am not the woman who kissed you.

I am not the woman who bathed you.

I am not the woman who made cookies.

I am a vegetable,

Feeling everything afflicted on me.

So, please, just let me die.

In the wake of a brand new day

I stare at the railings of my hospital bed

I told them that I found the way

I spoke about everything that needed to be said.

And yet their faces show only remorse

at my reluctant saving grace

and our relationship now is coarse

they can't look me straight in the face.

I've told my final goodbyes

I've given them a final hug

I couldn't bare anymore lies

I couldn't swipe it under the rug

I know I was a burden

I was a mess

a cripple all of a sudden

or perhaps something less

For all basic needs

I needed someone's help

And now my heart bleeds

Being just a whelp.

So this..

is my final word...

as I fall to abyss...

as i take my final breath...

I hope they heard...

I need you now to help me end my life

But peacefully, not stabbed with any knife

The quality has soured beyond all pain

The tears fall freely now just like the rain

I seek relief from all my inner strife

It gives you pause, I know, I am your wife

But this I ask of you, not once but twice

If I can't know your face we've naught to gain

I need you now

I feel I'm putting you inside a vice

And squeezing you until you pay the price

But many days I've lain here all in vain

My memory just crumbling, I'm not sane

My choice is not the rolling of the dice

I need you now

Everyone that cared, stopped.

They say I can endure through it.

All the pills that helped, stopped.

Nobody understands the pain of it.

Death becomes the only escape.

Relief from this hellish world,

to which I would leave only my pain.

(just as a ps note. Removing harsh criticism as suggested in the challenge removes opinions and you're killing a discussion. And for religious dogma, you're basically removing the opposition, the loudest voice that is in the discussion protecting our right to life. I'm not siding with them, but you are completely denying them a voice in it.)