Must sleep....

Stabbing, shooting, stinging, and anxiety. Behind darkened sunken dead eyes. Nothing is real, yet I can feel touch even smell, hear, and see it. People talking so loud, critical, Ugly, hateful, mockingly, and distainfully. What day, year, hour, minute, second, realm Is this. People only speaking through walls, cars, Buildings, streets, and houses. I try to communicate back, but the only thing coming out is thick white smoke. Turning the people in the circle into shadows.