Am I Dreaming Of Only Hell, Or Will I Never Wake?

It Seems Like I Come Across The Anguishing Thought.
 
Of Thinking As If Everything That Has Ever Happened.
 
Were Merely Artificially Insertion Of Emotions.
 
Ones That Are Appropriate To Situation Presented.
 
Id Think Being In The Confines Constructed.
 
By Just Being Isolated In My Own Head.
 
A Dream In Which A World I Live In Now.
 
Is What I Made Up.
 
For Some Purpose Of Existence.
 
And Everyone I Have Come To Meet.
 
Is Just My Silly Little Imagination.
 
For Companionship.
 
But In Reality, I’m Alone.
 
Stuck Listening To Mere Voices In My Head.
 
Looking For Interaction.
 
For A Lonesome Heart Could Only Long For A Friend.
 
Perhaps These Dreams.
 
Are More Of Nightmares, Played To Me.
 
On Repeat, Over An Over.
 
Memories, Lies!
 
Scars And Bruises.
 
Inflicted On Myself.
 
To Have The Sensation.
 
Of Pain, Agony.
 
Will I Awaken?
 
Pulling Away From Slumber.
 
Escaping From Insane Reality Of Nothing.
 
Than Those Deep Fears In Which.
 
That Have Come To Terrify Me.
 
Proceeding To Complicate The Rhythm Of Breathing.
 
Plunging Thy Heart In A Panic.
 
Beat By Beat.
 
Could It Be A Coma, Induced By God Knows What.
 
Can It Be The Instinct Of Retreat and Salvation
 
Or Will I Be In The Realm Of Which Keeps Me?
 
Do I Comply With The Shifting Scenery?
 
By The Will Of Hell,My Own Mind.