Slipping away without a purpose,
My name no one will ever know,
Before the ground turns frozen again I will have taken my last breath,
My body will soon match the temperature of the frosty air.

Those suffering with cystic fibrosis also,
Have begun to pull out their bucket lists,
Leaving this world in bitter sorrow, realizing on their deathbed all that they have missed.

Such a young age to give up hope,
But o does thou future look bleak,
Surrounded by oxygen masks and endless transplants,
Doing all that we can to not fall off the face of the earth.

An ocean of a disease, toying constantly with our health and emotions,
Trying to hold in our bitterness as others continue to breathe with ease,
Putting fake smiles on our faces as we try to swim up for air,
We break above the surface, and then finally disappear.