In a two second turn around
It went from bad to worse and back again
who are you? And what have you done?
You're not who you claim to have been
It's getting hazy, this mess is deadly
Overcoming and gracefully numb
I feel pains in my veins
And these eyes can't see what they're running from
Cut down these layers,
Unblind what's been blinded and scarred
They ask, "Hello? are you living?"
But finding a reply seems so god damn hard
I stare, but I don't see,
I hear, but there's no comprehension
I ache; I think,
Or maybe it's just masked and bathed apprehension
They keep looking for answers
But they're afraid of what they'll find
So I slip into the darkness
Findind a place of comfort within my mind
These eyelids hold secrets
And more than a thousand tiny stories
I'm done with this waking nightmare
I want to live off of these memories.
It looks to be a great start to a great poem, but seeing as its not finished it does seem a tad bit unorganized. But I know you and your a great writer so I guarantee you will turn this into something to wow everybody like usual!