Memories, Nightmares and Life

The doctors can see it, they finally realize. I am becoming legally classified as an insane person. I can't cope with reality, suicide is my only thought. Every waking moment, all I ever think about is how I can die so I don't have to think about something I don't even know. I am at the breaking point.

My thoughts are rapid, my mind is spinning like a whirlwind mixed with a tornado. I can't be contained. My thoughts are upside down, I don't know the difference between reality and the nightmares, the memories, I believe. The doctors finally take note of this, just one session, just one moment in time. I can finally be set free. My family is now allowed to interpret my dreams and tell me the good. The bad, sadly I'll have to figure it out. Some people can live with it but that's because they don't have dreams, nightmares. Dreams about things they've never seen or heard, memories that are there but in flashbacks.