Bills and pills

I cant help but shudder with every though of my fingertips upon this corpse body of mine

I'm over flowing with hospital bills, stuffed down my throat

With every breath I feel my illness spreading further then my meagre means could breach.
I ponder on why they charge me with every unanswered question on why I'm ill

Greedy fuckers

Living life on the blood money, taken from the sick and dying

I cant breath
to many bills
to many pills

Not enough answers
Not enough reasons to live

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