.:Delusional:. Disorderly Conduct

I'm lost.

But I've been found
to be a little delusional…

I think you see through that. You take the puzzle pieces of my mind and fit them together in ways I'd never even fully understood myself. You take the broken pieces of me that I left behind and tried to ignore and join them together again. I'm whole. You mend me. You make me into something tangible, something real. Thank you.
…
Mister, can you make the nightmares go away?
They're coming back…
Ever since seeing her in that casket.
She haunts me.
Help me?
Please?
I know you've already done so much, but I haven't seen you in 6 days, 1 hour, 36 minutes, and 47 seconds and it's eating me from the inside out. You make the bad things go away.
But you have to go. And so do I. Because that's the world we live in.

Teenagers don't have a chance.
Much less us.
Much less me.

Do you see that you're wasting your time?
Or are you blind?

Are you even real?
No, of course not…

For I am lost.

But I've been found
to be a little delusional…