Is it the drugs?
Is it me?
Is it everyone around me?
No, it's just me.
And all the worthless decisions I've made.  
Are my thoughts even coming from me?
Am I even in control anymore?
No. I'm not, it's another person with a new gaol.
To end all feelings in my body.
I can't tell if it is a gift or a problem.
Who am I?
I'm not normal.