I wish I could erase the thumping,
when I go to hospital of the beats.
I get in immediately,
in a wheel chair.
I feel sorry for the patients,
In the horrible corridors
that didn't abuse their bodies
like it wasn't fair.
167 beats a minute,
taking my blood,
and an xray.
The pain below my heart
I can always feel with a finger,
is my liver that's being destroyed.
I hope it will be soon.
I never wanted to live
past the age of fifty.
I will and I will refuse
A new liver to survive.
I just want out of here.
This world was built of fear,
but I feel nothing but for the children,
who will have to live like hens.
And who knows but I know.
and it ******* kills me.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 12:32 PM UTC
I wish I could erase the thumping,
when I go to hospital of the beats.
I get in immediately,
in a wheel chair.
I feel sorry for the patients,
In the horrible corridors
that didn't abuse their bodies
like it wasn't fair.
167 beats a minute,
taking my blood,
and an xray.
The pain below my heart
I can always feel with a finger,
is my liver that's being destroyed.
I hope it will be soon.
I never wanted to live
past the age of fifty.
I will and I will refuse
A new liver to survive.
I just want out of here.
This world was built of fear,
but I feel nothing but for the children,
who will have to live like hens.
And who knows but I know.
and it ******* kills me.
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