Losing touch, fading fast- tears- as i go under
On whatever it is they're giving me- i can't feel
Sh** as i lie here- propped up, pain- limbs torn asunder
Turning- everything around; sinking- down; the reel
Life plays on crooked, darker- dozing now; waiting
I can't feel it, so i must be dying- i don't know- i'm trying
My leveled best to come to terms with this- debating
Bashfulness- is it worse to ask or for them to laugh? i'm lying
Sleeplessly, in a bed of my own but not- hospital's irritating, too
Less so, though, than loss of limb, but i can't think about that
Even at my best it puts me at my worst to consider what i can't do
Forgetting feels impossible, time moves on, i'm stuck, strapped- fact?
Trapped now in my own head, body in shambles; from your war(s)
Total annihilation of self sought- seared by an explosion
Opened up, operated on, put down- sewn together no more
Demoralized, misunderstood as i miss out- the feeling after implosion
Eats away at me every day as i lie here, weighting, wait-less
Caught by a fragment; fractured, forgotten- see my wound?
Ah, but you can't see how deep it really is or how you've been careless.
Yearning.. see? i lost touch because of you- responsibility.. resum3d???

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