Explore realness

I search for myself in the vast emptiness. Darkness and shattered pieces are all I find. I feel like a ghost. Like an imaginary person. My brain and skin are numb. My heart is cold. There is nothing here. I contemplate feelings. Emotions. What makes a Person a Person? What defines Real from Imaginary? Is it touch? I decide to see. The blade cuts my skin. Blood flows. Pain is practically nonexistent. It doesn't hurt. Does that mean I'm not real? I listen to music, but whatever energy it has is adding to the cold. To the empty. All I am is numb, no matter what I think about. All I can do is wonder... What now?