by Quality

What's hell?
Hell is that private place that I am taken when,
I can't breathe
Heart begins pounding rapidly
And my lungs seize
Sized up to be like most
But I'm not
See, I play bitter host
To the ravaging condition of constriction
Defective am I
My body has a restriction
Chronic respiratory disease
I'd love to be regular
Play with the other kids
Run, jump and scream
Who am I kidding?
I just want to be able to breathe

Hell is waking in the middle of the night,
Coughing and struggling 
Just to continue breathing
Can't get air
That's hell
Burdened with these mostly ineffectual lungs
Sometimes leaving me more than depleted
Like a discarded rag, overly used and wrung

Just get me all worked up
Or put me in a room with my allergens and it's,
The air will leave
And my chest will heave
The tears will flow
As I struggle really slow
Just wishing I was more blessed
This thing is too much stress
Leaving me so helpless
Oh lord, somebody help me!

Breathless by Quality

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