I’m here, but I’m not.

No.

Wait, that came out wrong.

It’s like I know I’m on Earth, but what I see is blurred, what I hear is foggy, and I feel nothing.

Sometimes, when It gets worse,

I wake up days after I’ve left. Minutes spent scrambling. Not knowing where I am, how long it’s been or what I’ve done.

Then I’ll remember.

It’s like when I was drunk.

I know what I did because you told me and I remember myself doing them but I wasn’t there.

I’m scared because I miss moments in my life.

And what if one day I wake up and realise,

I’ve missed my whole life.