I feel like I'm kind of, maybe,
Unraveling.
Is it this lack of, sleep?
Sleepless nights hurt my body,
Won't let him heal,
I say him because I'm not sure it's me..

I hear what I see, and think what I am,
Questions overcome, this frame.
I don't know what, it is I am,
Or if I am the same.

Things sound different, and dark,
And cold, does this heart still beat?
And if it does, is it still my own?
For I don't know what's become of me.