[ CW ] Make me cry my eyes out in a single paragraph

And he lay there. Surrounded by those who loved him, fawning on him and giving him all he required and more than he desired. And yet he was the envy of no man. As he lay there, breathe provided by machine, food by a tube, and liquid by a needle, he screamed for death in thunderous silence as those he loved and loved him caressed him, read to him, prayed for him, lived for him. As he lay, dying and not dying, beyond pain but in agony. A silence beyond his own silence and beyond acknowledgement. Silently, horribly, life is the death he never wanted. That he will always fear. That is his life.
