Care is Fair

They say they care

But is that fair

Do they mean what they say

Should I test if they'll stay

Should I take this knife

And test this life

I start to see red

The wound it stung and bled

I see a light

Its oh so bright

I see a darkness

I don't feel any starkness

I here voices 

They say I have choices

And so I make my decision

I feel an incision

I open my eyes

And then the doctor cries

I had been dead for two hours

And now people bring me flowers

Maybe they do care 

And maybe that is fair