Posted July 17th, 2017 by Erin123
Your breathing is becoming shallow as they pump in the drugs,
Helping nothing but they like to think that they make a difference.
They tell you you have around three months to live,
They say they’re sorry but they say that to patients every day.
Your heart is slowing down someone get a nurse,
More drugs, not enough money in her purse,
Your eyes begin to close, someone needs to save you,
The doctors don’t care but they say “We do, we do”
They tell you there is no cure but you can pay to stay numb,
But by this point you just want to die, escape this greed.
So you sign to turn the machine off and your mother cries,
She holds you in your arms, take your last breath and die.
Your lungs are caving in, someone get the doctor,
They won’t do anything but pump the drugs faster.
Your broken heart is failing, someone save you,
The nurses don’t care but they say “We do, we do”
The doctors want the money for the drugs,
“This is murder” she screams when you can’t pay up.
You should’ve picked the other hospice,
Maybe they’d have kept you with us.
Your heart monitor is stopping, everyone stay still,
“There’s nothing we can do for the terminally ill”
Your funeral’s on Monday cause no one could save you,
They didn’t give a damn but they still say “We do, We do”
We do, we do
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