Through a glass, reflections split in two. I can't remember who I am, who are you. I turned the pages, and lost the plot; I think I love you, and then not.

Emotions gush, emotions blunt. Dead and numb. Nerves shocked, pain. Dead again. Love. Hate. Tears. All in split seconds. Control, lost. Eyes twitch. Spine shakes. Focus lost. Tears, again. Gasping for air. Where am I?

Speech slurs. Sticks. Sleeps. Slips. Stop. Go away. Solitude. Strength, lost.

Fatigue. Am I fed? Or hungry? Or hungry because I'm fed? I can't eat. Want none. Forced.

Kaleidoscopic feelings. Then none. Over and over. Broken. Alone. One.

Why?