fam3's Journal

My husband wrote this song.

MRSA

Look at all the scars reminds me of the stars

Tired all the time living is my crime

Never feeling fine almost out of time

Now it's spreading all around

No cure can be found

Not much time left for me

Maybe enough to make you see

I wish they had let me die

With swollen face and sealed shut eye

Makes me want to curl and cry

I guess I'll give another try

Wridled with the enemy eating at my family

Takes away all our dreams sometimes it makes me scream

They say it's no big deal living becomes surreal

Pain is all you feel as you become a meal

Answers full of doubt doctors want you out

Came from hospitals started out so small

One by one we fall as it eats us all

Now it's spreading all around

No cure can be found

Not much time left for me

Maybe enough to make you see

I wish they had let me die

With swollen face and sealed shut eye

Makes me want to curl and cry

I guess I'll give another try

Guilt eats away at me more than the disease

All possibilities bring me to my knees

Why did they lie to me had no sympathy

Could use some apathy its so hard to believe

Will it come back again what do we tell out friends

So close to the end just like a man condemned

Now it's spreading all around

No cure can be found

Not much time left for me

Maybe enough to make you see

I wish they let me die

With swollen face and sealed shut eye

Makes me want to curl  and cry

I guess I'll give another try