How many more doctors?
How many more tests?
How many more tiring days?
Till my body gets to rest?
How much more suffering?
How much more pain?
How much more looking for answers?
Or do I search in vain?
How long will I struggle?
How long will I wait?
How long till they find a cure?
Or will it be too late?
How am I supposed to smile?
How am I supposed to try?
How am I supposed to feel?
When all I want to do is cry?
How do you go on?
How do you bear it all?
How do you pick yourself up?
After each and every downfall?
How can anyone understand?
How can anyone even see?
How can they possible know?
What Lupus has done to me?