Ready steady go.

I'm ready to die, it doesn't matter that your not ready for me to die. 

It's not your choice, or mine. 

A steady hand is the handshake of death. 
Go ahead. 

I'm not willing to live the rest of my life fading away, dry as a bone, dry to the bone. 

I am unable to steady anything, not even my own two feet. 

This whole episode yells go, go now while the goings within grasp, for grasping at straws is useless with this about left. 

You feel robbed, the ultimate theft. 
Now pain is all that is  left.