Please Wake Up

I think I'm sleeping, maybe coma.
Could be dead or dying.
I can't wake up.
Although I try to.
Nothing seems to work.
Things stopped making sense.
As I struggle just to keep in check.
Silent screaming.
Please wake up.
This is no sort of living.
I'm still here.
Buried beneath this.
Damaged as ever.
Wondering, where are my answers?
Which way to the nearest exit?
What unimaginable horror will burst out of nowhere laughing?
Burning permanent delirium
In bedded in my psyche
I refuse to surrender my consciousness to them.
This is my mind, my world, my life.
Back the hell off.
With your crooked fingers.
Your influencing insanity.
That contagious disease.
Shadow creatures throwing voices.
Taking the appearance of those I love.
Ever present this claustrophobic feeling.
As I continue to slowly suffocate.
Alone inside this personal prison.
My unique hell of my own creation.
Reaching up for a light.
To which I am unjustly blind.