droan

droan.
i've been sleeping most my days.
when i'm not sleeping, i might as well be.
i'm so droan you can't even tell what i'm thiking.
chances are, i'm not.

i can't stay up
or sit up
or hear what you're saying.
i can't see you standing in front of me
and i definitely can't feel you.
don't try to blow in my face because i won't feel it.
i can't feel anything anymore,
except the wait of my head on my neck
and the floating of my fingers in front of me.

i close my eyes
they don't want to open.
or they don't care to.

i'm tired.
i'm so droan.