I wish I was freed from my demons
Being free from my thoughts is something I've found impossible to do.
I feel as if my mind is caged like the animals at the zoo.
I want to be able to conquer my hindering fear, but the demons in my head are incredibly near.
I wonder if I'll ever be okay, lift my head and get through the day.
My skull is full of loud voices telling me how terrible person I am.
I wish they would hurry up and leave, damn it!
Damn these outpouring, degrading thoughts.
I'd rather have a gun shot through my head, to free my thoughts 'cause, it's something I've found impossible to do.
This poem is about:
Me