If life were a currency
I would choose to live in
Destitution
I would willingly give up my life force
To another
Transfer my years
To those who are lacking
Donate my life to those
Struggling to move on
Why is this life force
Wasted on something as
Undeserving and despicable
As myself?
Its a mockery to the children
Who die every day
A jest to the ill
Who struggle to hang on
A waste
A mistake
An unfortunate event
Of my existence
