diagnosis

it's getting worse the Nightmares they are getting worse and yet I'm awake a cold knife woke me up I woke up to an unknown place I arrived here all of a sudden i thought it was a Nightmare but my skin gets whiter and my hands colder my belly empiter the effort required to remember a thing, seems too heavy for me I wish you would have stayed , to tell me who am I the dysfunctional system of my soul makes me drown in my own mind one more pill to sleep after the overthink let me know where I am why would you throw a knife at me I thought I was pretty .