Between dreams and reality

I wake up one morning
with nothing but a floor
there is nothing left here
not even a door

and now i am thinking
about what happened to my drawer
and now i am mourning
about my friends from before

no I'm not dreaming
but I'm not in reality
and now i ma realizing
I'm stuck here for eternity

i have left my human shell
that protected me from everything
from what's awful to not well
but this time it won't be helping

I'm standing here, vulnerable,
shaking in the cold
and the air is so heavy
that i don't think i will hold

crush under the pressure
i grunt and i moan
why does it have to finish this way
freezing cold and alone.