Believe in Another Way Out

Demons craft my nightmares

I woke up screaming. Another night where my nightmares get the best of me. The room was silent and dark. My parents didn't bother to come in anymore. It was always the same from them either way. I'd blankly stare at the wall while they stared at me in horror. I couldn't help it. All my thoughts seemed to paralyze me. I've scared people away with my sickness.

I hear voices in my head and it frightens me and others. Sometimes they can be really mean and tell me to kill someone or they can be motivating and tell me not to kill myself for I have a reason to live. It becomes overwhelming. I have tried to kill myself so I could overcome them, but I don't know what they do to make me stop. It's like they don't only control my mind but also my body. They are the ones that made me pull the blade away from my wrists, made me set down the bottle of pills, and swim to the surface when I wanted to drown. I do not know how to swim, by the way. I've tried this several times. I tried cheating God out of his game of life but those damn voices won't allow me to do so.

No! They are not angels trying to protect me. If they were angels, I wouldn't have minded them. But these aren't angels. These are much worse and I can feel it. Angels are good and no matter what people do, they would never tell you to commit murder. They wouldn't have images that blind your vision at night with gruesome images of how to kill them that haunt your everyday dreams either. Angels would make you a better happier person. They would make you bright and flourish with wonders. These aren't angels. These voices ... they only do evil things to me. They make me into someone I'm not. They take the light out of my and turn it to darkness. No, these aren't angels. They're demons.