Calling Out

All sound is drowned out by the screaming thoughts that have dominated my brain.

All motion has stopped, abruptly, like time itself won't move.

All knowledge of what has past, and what is to come disappears.

It doesn't matter.

The pills keep me sane; cloud my mind enough to let me function in the "Real World"

The "Real World" seems less and less real, less like it was before.

The escape that I have found with each swallow takes me to a world I have never known before. "Oblivion"

I like it here.

I keep telling myself that I'm happy, that all I ever wanted is creeping my way... slowly.

I keep swallowing another pill, whenever I doubt my thoughts of happiness.

I continue to think I know myself... like I did before.

I don't know myself anymore.

Lies come out of my mouth like water from a dripping faucet.

Lies are what keep me out of trouble, keep me inside of the "Real World."

Lies are what keep me from getting help. I don't want help.

I need help.