Doctors rushing everywhere
Yet am I left standing here
They attend to [patients with care
But what am I? Am I clear?
No one notices the blood,
Or heard the screams
They don’t see me dying
Nor do they hear me crying
They rush past me
Everyone in a hurry
The nurses’ claming patients
The doctors attend
What about me?
Can’t they see me bleed?
I got shot in the arm and leg
And have a bad bruise on the head
I could have internal bleeding as well
At any point I could dropp dead
Are these doctors blind! ?
I am a patient in need
If only they would slow down
They would see
That I am in need
They have to stop the bleeding
I take a seat, as I feel drowsy
All the hustle and bustle, so noisy
My eyes close as I slowly die
One tear falls out my eye
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