It's All In Your Head

An escape. An escape so good, it'll be destroyed. Destroyed by me. It's a loop. Why? Why am I so attached to something so fake? I'm stuck in this ongoing loop of madness till I get help. But why should I get help? I don't need it. It's "all in my head". I'm "stuck" they say. Nor physically. Mentally. Of course. It's just my fate. Nobody seems to care unless you're on the verg of your last breath. Unless you've passed out from the pills or pain. Probably both. But who cares? It's all in your head.