Losing it.

Withered and dry on the brink of existence I float,
Upon a pane of blue glass where the earth touches the sky.
My fingers, hand, arm are all numb. I can feel no more.
I feel as light as a feather. My head is spinning but I'm not dizzy.
Is this depression that I'm going into? Am I going crazy?
I try to move but its pointless. I am too weak to cry out.
I see a bright light at then end of the tunnel. Is it for real?
I open my mouth to scream. Silence. Nothing but silence.
The sky had turned dark and the moon and stars come out.
Wish upon a star they say. Bullshit, I say!
I am helpless. Floating in every direction. I have no control.
Is there anyone out there who can save me?