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.

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