Trapped

There is a fair amount of talk going around about advances in communication with people in a persistent vegetative state.   I'm not going to talk about the moral obligations that these new studies lay upon us.  I can see that this would make the incredibly difficult decision of removing or retaining life support that much more agonizing for the loved ones of someone in such a condition.

In my case, however.  please pull the plug. 

I don't care if I'm able to answer yes or no questions based on my thought patterns.  I don't care if I'm still mentally functioning on some level.  If my world has been reduced to a bed with wires and tubes running in and out of me, unable to handle basic functions, with no real hope of moving beyond that, I should be let go. 
Ever read the book, "Johnny Got His Gun", or seen the movie?  If you haven't, watch it.  That is my greatest nightmare.   Trapped within my mind with no escape.  Slowly losing my sanity. 

This is why I have an living will.  I don't ever want anyone to think that I want to live just because there is a slight chance I might still be sentient.  I have no fear of dying.  I have no fear of living in a tiny cage, or being physically restrained, because at least then I can fight, I still have control of my body.  Once that is gone, please - let my soul free.  Some prisons are just too small.