Maybe There's Still Time

If you're reading this maybe it's too late, or...maybe it's not, it's like you aimed and took a shot but you aren't sure what you hit. Was it the heart or just an arm? Something that can be replaced or something so tender and delicate that it can't survive a scrape... something's injured, there's something...
Something wrong with this world the way it works or maybe the way it's not working?
The good ones get bad and bad suck up all the good while the good lay bleeding on the floor and the bad are able to walk through that door.... that door full of all that is needed in life. Food, money, and even love. That door, pure and white as a dove, birds singing, bells ringing money falling raining like unlimited tears I cry every night. The world is backwards about what's wrong from right...causes me to think fast my head spin until my chest is tight. I see the black souls walking toward the light. Maybe it's like yin and yang. They bring bad to the purity for balance? While the good receive the bad to keep everything aligned. But that just doesn't make sense...can someone please define....why my blood runs out onto this floor and evil gets to walk through that door. And perhaps you should check if it's too late. The human heart can only keep pumping until the body loses over 40% of blood volume. At that 40 the heart is exhausted and pumps out its last attempts to save you and then it stops. While you're standing there like a robot thinking of money and where to shop, there's a crowd of people surrounding you with a loss of 39.5...