My hands hold tight
Gripping to reality
Stuck in a nightmare
Searching for actuality
I know these things cant happen
I try to escape abnormality
Afraid to sleep at night
I attempt to think rationally
No one really kknows
No one understands
And every morning ill keep finding
Red crescents in my hands
Kayra Hancock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-crescents-in-my-hands/
