A thought

Every day I feel a little less real
like a piece is chipped away every day.
The life I live becomes surreal,
lost in the sunlight, can't find my way.

I crush and am crushed,
and so it would seem,
that my voice is hushed,
and I'm stuck in a dream.

So sedate me with your worldly things,
a simple fix for a complex mind.
And we'll see what the morning brings,
and hope my long lost sanity we'll find.