Grinding Halt

Oh god I’m falling to the floor
Where am I
What did I say to you
Oh my I’m calling from the store
Where’s my car
And why do I feel this way
Oh I have no idea who I am
or what I’m doing
I’m having trouble seeing
And even more difficulty
With breathing
I’m huddled in self-infliction
And I want to be helped out
Before some form of an out helps me