My poem

I wrote this for mike, he wanted it...i <3 it...im sorry i havent posted in a while...so here it is (its called memoires of a blind person)
Drip, DripThe faucit scream as i wake up I slowly get up I slept in my clothes...I dont want to get hurt trying to put them on I need to take charlie...my dog, on a walk Downtown...he dragged me smells nice...todayPeoples whispers scream in my ear"Look at him" "How does he know where hes going"the facial expressions...i know all too wellI finally reach home, lily made mac nd cheese, with a sprinkle of pepper today isnt my bath night...sad Lily changes me I have the feeling she's tired of meI lay in bed crying and not knowing if im crying at all....the end