Just give me something for the pain, right into me, right to the core to end this process and allow me to escape somewhere far off...drifting onward towards something that might not be real, yet having enough hope and illusion that it could be something plausible.

Let me lay here in this frozen moment, stagnant in breathing...shallow, cold, exasperated watching nothing and seeing it all flood over me like a giant wave of to much to handle. Seeing everything that once was real...HAHAH fuckin real...what an audible word...hahaha real...REAL!!!!!!!!!! real? lips? are those my words? is this really my voice? am I actually focusing my thoughts into this dribble from my mouth?

Each synapse firing out of order...Where is my mind?