The flash of blackness shudders over my tired eyes. That moment of blackness is all it takes to take me out of reality.
I hear what you're saying, but I don't think you're hearing me.
I just want to live the rest of these years with my eyes closed because it hurts me so badly to look at everything that's happened.
I'm walking, but I feel bed-ridden.
I don't care how much medicine is in my body, I'm still not waking up.
You can't expect me to go through a crash like that and not be scarred.
I've lived inside my head for so long.
And I think it'll take a little bit longer to get out.