Tomorrow

1atomorrow.jpg As the years passed she became bedridden in hospital. With a machine hooked up to her to aid her breathing and scars across her chest from 3 heart attacks she endured. Bedsores appeared as the nurses could not turn her often because of her large size. Waiting to die. She should never have said that word. She could not turn back the clock. Never say Tomorrow. As Tomorrow is sometimes too late. copyright gothgirl 2008 She stuffs greasy, fatty, and sweet food into her mouth each day and sees the weight pile on and knows she should eat healthier for her heart. "Tomorrow" she says. She sits all day playing games and watching T.V. She knows she should exercise as her fitness level was terrible and she huffed and puffed as she walked around. "Tomorrow" she said. She wakes up each morning coughing as her lungs struggle to inhale air. She knows she must give up smoking. "Tomorrow" she says. She guzzles alcohol at night time and knows her liver is being damaged and her body is getting dehydrated. She knows she must cut down. "Tomorrow" she says. Tomorrow death, live, today