Am I even important on this earth?

Am I even important on this earth?

My memory is fading, slowly, endlessly. I can't remember what happened a second ago, or even a minute ago. I forget my patients; the ones who were just in front of me. The moment they leave, they vanish from my mind.

I don't remember to care for myself, or to try harder ways to survive, not even to escape this hell.

Why am I still trapped here in the first place? How is it still happening?

Why do they sit and negotiate about saving us, while still killing us; together, collectively?

Why can't I finally survive? Why can't I live, and love, and be loved?

My home is not a war-torn area; it is my home.

It should not be a place of torment, but of comfort and peace.

My family is human.

We deserve everything good, not this endless hell.

Please... save everyone.