Can I Live Death Poem by sruthi baskar

And,
Those edging tears,
Finally took form.

I was wet,
Another costume,
Was forced on me.

Rather,
Than my heart,
"The" machine was subsisting.

I was,
Fighting an incessant struggle,
To emerge alive.

The agony,
Didn't seem to ever subside.
Should my clock continue crawling?

Should I,
Cease to "merely exist"?
Or persist living like a vegetable?

Will I,
Succeed in being,
A "deserving burden"?

Or,
Do I at least,
Have,
The "Right to Die"?