Outside myself

I'm on the outside. You would think I would be looking in but I'm not even doing that. I could be aware of so much but I'm somewhere else alltogether. I'm numb. I'm checked out. I'm tired but I'm not sleeping. My eyes are open but I'm not in control. I'm gone. Another universe.

Some people tale something for the pain. Or maybe they get into something. I just freeze. Like a computer freezes, that's me.

I'm nodding off as I write. I'm sober. I'm overworked.