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