Night terrors

Some days the voices rage violently in my head Screaming out my darkest thoughts as I lay quietly in bed Words of self doubt, misplaced trust, and self hatred run amuck Trying to refrain from falling prey to their attacks with no luck. Mind scrabbling to find the good in the bad Or anything really to keep me from going mad. It's always so cold when I'm alone in the dark Shivering with fear like a kid left alone in a park. My body paralyzed as my imagination runs rampant I feel disgusting, and slimy like water that remains stagnant. Everyway I turn I seem to sink deeper as if I'm walking in quick sand I hyperventilate again and again hoping for someone to reach out and take my hand. For a while there is nothing more than an echoing silence Then I am ripped from the pit of despair like an act of violence. I can breathe again No longer tortured by the darkness within. Seemingly severed from my mind like hair from the skin. And just like hair the troubling days will come again.