Help

Something is trying to kill me,

It doesn’t want me alive.

It fills me with confusion,

Burying a deep sadness down inside.

I wish I could describe this feeling without sounding insane.

About the battle going on within me,

Of the demon picking away at my brain.

If my life had any meaning he’s drained me of it somehow,

No space for any logic or reason, it’s too late for me now.

As while he has control of messing with my mind,

Though supportive suggestions are given to me

No peace will I find.