Broken

Broken down, bruised, and bleeding. My eyes are floating on the ceiling. My mind is suspended in an empty space. With my feet upon the floor. I dissociate a little more. Blood and Gore. With more pain in store. I wear my heart upon my sleeve not within my ribcage. Here I stand before myself as a ghostly shell saying welcome to my hell. My body melts and drips down the drain just like caramel. I'm not well. Can't you tell?! I've lost my brain about a mile back. Runaway train. No lights. No hope. Insane. Hear me scream. Hear me yell. I need help. Can't you tell?