C.o.p.d

C.O.P.D

Its a constant fear

of ones last breath

not from natural causes

but from smoking a cigarette

my lungs are dry and achy

my fingers are stained yellow

and my hands are always shaking

the days going by

are making less sense

i feel stretched out and worn down

its a depressing sight

that noone wants around

my life depends on a machine

does that make me part robot?

im starting to feel less like a human being

but just know that i fought

i probably wont slip away quietly

ill be shoved,thrown, and thrashed

id rather do this shit silently

but my last words will be gasps

i hope you think of me before you light up that smoke

and how horrible it feels

to endlessly choke

remember he was my very good friend

now has his hands around my throat

until the day that i end