My Life: an Illusory

Something describing the dream-like state I'm feeling at this point in my life.

My days are illusions
My evenings lack sleep
It's nothing but confusion
The panorama is truly bleak
I don't wake up anymore
I just rise out of my sheets
It all feels the same
Like a movie on repeat

A dream; something I'm living in.
Not even considered perfect
Because I'm conscious to the notion which is:
The life I'm living isn't even living itself