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/