Bone marrow Donor.

[lexi_skag]

I look at the ppl around me.
The evil, the righteous, the ignorant.
& then i think of the sick. The ppl who got the short
end of life's messed up stick.
Who if given a chance can live to become better or worse.

But to be given a chance, whether it be good or bad they need
someone willing to take a chance on them.
In the back of my head its like,
I don't know what I'm meant to do for myself,
but i know what i can do for someone else.
Someone else who could be meant to do more than me,
maybe even more then alot of ppl.
Bone marrow can be replaced, ppl can't.
If i can take what i have inside me, and use it
to help someone live another day i'll do it.

Not because it's a brave thing to do,
but because it's just right.

Everyday someone loses their mom or their dad or their child
because someone was too scared to donate.
Not because of any complications that might occur,
but because they're afraid of a process that they won't even be awake to experience.
I wish others would really take a clear look at the world around them.
Wake up.