Rare case.

I want to sleep.

I want to quit.

I cannot do this.

I am not good enough.

I am tired.

I’m in too deep.

My mind is running, fast.

No longer logical.

No longer here.

No longer grounded.

No longer stable.

No longer…

I am sad.

I am mad.

I am frustrated.

My feelings are mush.

My logic, is crushed.

I am going.

No brakes…

Tires, are spinning, and wheels are going, and going…

Help me.

Save me.

From myself.

From this, thing, that I have dreamt of.

I miss reality.

I need reality.

I need reality.

Help me.

Okay.

Mind over matter.

Do not give in.

Do not give in.

I gave in.

Gone.