Paper cuts along my corneas,
Stinging, and red, stop making them hurt.
Teary eyes streaked with blood, idly watching you,
Waiting to go to sleep.
Rug burns across my lips,
Don't drag me across the floor again.
Swollen features, held together by tape,
I need to fall asleep.
Is this really what I deserve?
It all feels so cold.
Can't someone make it better?
It's all gone numb.
Thumbtacks stuck under fingernails,
Why did you need to do this to me?
Oozing wounds, infected blood,
Please let me go to sleep.
White cinders, inside my mouth,
Dancing on my tongue, hissing, moaning.
My eyes still idly watch you,
Now may I sleep?
Is this really what I deserve?
It all feels so cold.
Can't someone make it better?
It's all gone numb.
Now you've sewn up every orifice,
I should be bleeding, at least a little.
Finally time to let myself go,
My idle eyes, watching and waiting, for you to come along.