I walk around in a daze, I feel like I am not inside of myself. People see me and just pass me by. I look like everybody else but the truth is that I am high. I can't seem to function in reality. I live a life of a lie. I don't get my medicine from a street corner, pharmiticuals keep me supplied. I take my emotional support each morning, they gladly give me them 90 days at a time. I function and I can smile, but sometimes I just want to die. Is it part of some kind of game, perhaps I cannot see the whole picture. I only know that I need to crash and escape the induced coma that I walk around in each day. I am not sure but I think that I am not the only one that lives this way. Just take another pill to get by. Are all just drugged down so that we will willing comply?