Staring back at a concrete sea white dashes are all I can see. I'm losing touch not realizing what it is I have become. To die a little bit more each day reinventing myself in order to stay away. Withdrawn from my own reality as I fight in an attempt to better me. I gasp for each breath the heavens telling me this is the end. Detached from the earth and all those that made me hurt. I regress on what was said to me. Withdrawn from my own reality so I can stay happy. I'm grasping.