• Always changing day after day.
    What to expect? Whats coming my way?
    Something I hate; feeling like this.
    To breathe easy, that is my wish.
    Coughing and drowning, I choke and I gasp.
    All the while knowing my life is ending to fast.
    Nebulizers and oxygen, pills and vests.
    Total chaos, I cant take it, My life is a mess.

    What would I give to have a normal life.
    To survive long enough to be called someone's wife.
    Although its not possible, there is no cure in sight.
    And I'm getting weaker, I don't know how much longer I can keep up the fight.
    The things I would trade to just take a breath.
    Instead of constantly running, trying to escape my own death.