Paranoid : Poem

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Chapter 1

Paranoid.

I see them.
I hear them.
I feel them.
Why?
Why me?
So normal, so care-free as a child.
But now?
Terror.
Hatred.
Sorrow.
All these emotions running through me, yet I can't really decide which one I feel the most.
The demons; they scream at me.
The tell me all these awful things.
They lie to me.
They show me pictures of people being tortured, wars, blood.
They torture me.
They pull my hair, they scrap and cut me.
They kick and bruise me.
I can't deal with this.
It hurts.
They hurt.
But, even though it hurts, they continue to scream their words.
Their pleas.
Their wants.
Their needs.
My mind has snapped, unstabble.
I wish I could go back to those care-free days when I would just hang out with my friends, on the hill side.
But now, I have to worry about them.
Them.
Them.
Them.
Them.
That's all that I think about now.
The demons; they have taken me over.
I can't do this.
I can't survive like this.
There's only one answer left.
It's the answer that the demons whisper to me.
Suicide.
Suicide.
Suicide.

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