Fantasy Vs. Reality

I cried so hard I thought I might die. 
My vision blurred and my stomach ached. 
My head began to pound and I wanted to fall down. 
I laid on the floor and started spinning around. 
Ground. 
Where is the ground?
Oh no,
I lost my way home. 
Can you please lead me to the road?
I have no money but I have a throat.
Cold. 
Hungry. 
Shit I lost my way. 
My mind is making this harder for me. 
All I wanna see is a fantasy. 
Yet I got no dreams. 
All I got flowing is reality. 
My creativity is killing me,
Please excuse me,
I don't know where I have to be. 
Be yourself, that's what I told myself. 
Then the image gets distorted and I don't know who is myself. 
Free?
Am I free?
No. 
I ain't in the place I wanna be. 
Me?
Am I a wannabe? 
Of some person I was suppose to be? 
Dreams.
Where did you go? 
Thought I could catch all of you in my skull. 
But then I fell. 
My skull cracked and you all went out.  
So I'm dead.
So please tell me,
When is this suppose to be a fantasy? 
When does it end? 
The pain and suffering I mean.
'Cause I don't wanna live in this reality. 
So lemme go out and run around. 
Maybe I'll trip and fall to the ground. 
Then maybe I'll see my fantasy,
And my dreams of reality.