What doesn't kill you makes you stranger...

I can't really think straight right now.
I feel like I'm drunk but I haven't had any alcohol.
I can feel my mind spinning while I stand still.
It's a ridiculous sensation.
I can't focus on one thought long enough.
It just goes by.
There is no time to make sense of anything.
This is overwhelming.
This isn't poetry, this is a call for help.
Unless anyone reading is a doctor, no use trying.
Crying would be useful now.
I need to get away from these feelings.
I just want to be in another place, a later time when all this has passed.
I want sleep, but I'm wide awake.
Give me a straight jacket.
Or a sport coat, I'll go crazy in style.
It feels like I'm in withdrawal.
Maybe I am.
I need a fix.
Of you.
I need to fix me.
Gotta take out my contacts so I can see things more clearly.
I'll crawl between the pages of a book and hold your place.
I'm waiting at the end of your favorite line.
Hiding out behind punctuation.
You're always my ellipses...

dm.ntd