Why does no one care im dying?
Do they not realize?
Do they not see?
My hair is falling out
My hands are shaking
Maybe they don’t hear the cries
Maybe they don’t feel my cold hands and feet
My stomach growls louder
My mind is fuzzy
Can they not notice my baggy clothes
Can they not listen to my whines
The doctors don’t care that I’m dying
They can’t even tell me why
The doctors don’t care that I’m dying
They’ll just take their money from my grave