I wrote a poem

feet, heart, and mind are sinking deeper
into my thick skull where I am altogether too blinded to notice anything
I wake up gasping for air
grabbing a hold of nearby sheets
but even they want to slip away
the decision of getting up has become harder then any other
time might as well stop altogether
it couldn't be going by any slower
walking voices creep into my ears
a little encouraging
a little deceitful
my words aren't coming out
only tears are