Release, Recycle, Restore Poem by gina layog

Can I trade my pain for your life?
I bet you won't agree,
I'd gladly hack my arm off,
In exchanged for some reprieved,
A moment I can hide,
seek comfort, respite,
Please don't deprive,
this need inside,
Solace and console
Release, recycle, restore,

Sell me your life,
Let my pain be sold,
For I could no longer afford,
its exorbitant price,
time to liquidate......
Release, recycle, restore.......