COPD A disease with a name but without a face. Outside can not be seen what it has done in me. The fatigue, despair, the sadness, the pain. Not be understood in a world where everything should be. seen I laugh, Im happy, not always sincere. It tore me up inside, it is a long and lonely battle. Im not who I once was, I can not remember what I ever could. But for me, still life sun shines warm. I have family and dear friends, they know my only wish. They listen and do not consider me as sick but as a human being.
Posted on: Sat, 03 May 2014 21:54:16 +0000
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