Remember This...

Remember this.
Remember...
This deepening feeling of anxiety.
Because it isn't real.
It's NOT. REAL.
It's just a fixitive onto your imagination.
Some sickly manifesto
because your brain doesn't work
the way its supposed to.
See this is why I can't talk about it.
Why I can't explain to anybody
what it feels like to lose your mind
momentarily,
and know its not real.
Because they wouldn't understand.
They just stare and stare and think
"Damn it, you're crazy."
Fuck it if I am. I'm screwed up. I know it.
But I'm alive, aren't I?
I still have feelings, however unreal they are.
I still know what its like
to love and hurt and live and laugh.
Remember this feeling.
The one that's penetrating your heart.
The one you can feel in your gut
and in the ache right beneath
your eyes.
Because it isn't real.
No, it never was
and never will be
and it'll go away soon enough.