Overdose

A sick, sick woman She lies in bed She complains, complains of pain Pain she cannot control She takes her pills to ease it all away However, they do not work She is given more and more So much that she feels worse, rather than better The people they prepare to treat her But they wait, and wait, and continue to wait Her condition intensifies But they wait, and wait, and continue to wait Her skin, now a pale, blue colour She is cold to the touch Nothing can save her now Because they waited, and waited, and continued to wait They could have saved her But they refused They were afraid, they were selfish Her life just didn’t mean enough to them She was taken away from her family and friends She could have been saved She could still be standing today But they were afraid, they were selfish Tomorrow, six years will have passed They will mark the anniversary of that awful day And what will people do? They’ll act like nothing had ever happened…