Don't Worry. I'm Fine.

I'm so dizzy without moving on the floor,
The world's spinning too damn fast.
Sitting up and falling down,
Each motion producing the same as last.
With flying outside my body, I watch
This slow-motion movie flow past me.
Arduous exertion to move away
from unfolding events I see.
Fingers aching awfully,
pupils behind milky glaze,
This thought without meaning,
addition to a vacuous phase.
Tell me what's worse,
lack of thought but no need for knife?
Or to leave this vacuous state
and relapse back into life?