Sometimes.....

Sometimes...

Sometimes I lay at night in my room listening to my boys sleep while I weep.

Sometimes I ask why me? And wonder if I am strong enough for what is ahead of me.

Sometimes I wonder if I will know when it's time for me to go if it is my time to go at all.

Sometimes I sit and cry for my boys, family and friends who are having to see me go through this.

Sometimes I think about all the what ifs.

Sometimes I forget that I have this evil thing in me.

Sometimes I wonder what I did to have to deal with what I have.

Sometimes I cry for myself. Haven't I been through enough?

Sometimes I feel like my life isn't my life. That it is someone else's life.

Sometimes I look at pictures from a year ago and cant understand how or why it went from bad to worse.

Sometimes I look at these pictures and wonder who the lady is looking back at me is?

Sometimes I wish I was the old healthy me.

Sometimes I forget what lays ahead of me in my journey.

Sometimes I lay in bed and cry because that's all I can do.

Sometimes........