Derealization 

I look down at my hands as they start to fade

I feel no pain from the cut of a blade

control your breath so you don't freak

the thought of this makes my stomach completely weak

Think of something else oh please think of something else I beg and plead 

The only way to feel real is to hurt and bleed

I can't zone back in that's far gone

I am just a soul this body is temporary one day I just spawn.

I'm afraid of the unknown but my mind won't stop wondering as I am prone.

what is real that I don't know 

souls they are all around us as they glow.

Mine is invisible because I am lost.

I would do anything to be my formal self again at any cost 

My perception my vision my personality are all a product of an impersonator 

I fail to realize who I am why I am here

What is real?

- From Ecstasy