My mind's full of thoughts I don't want. Sequences, images of things I can never have. It's not about fantasizing about a better life before you get to sleep. It's about dissociating from reality and excessively gritting your teeth. You want and try to stop but in a few seconds you find yourself lost. I can't remember when did it all begin, probably way back before I was even a teen. I want to cut my skin open and get out of my body, leave behind this broken mind. It smothers me, it takes me to the edge, it's eating me alive. I'm losing it. Oh, I'm losing myself. I don't want a way out, I want to be dead. As I write this I'm imagining things. Stop! Someone, rescue me! I'm losing it. Can I go crazy? I think I will. I'll **** myself before it ends me. I'm losing it.