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.