My Demonic Subconscious (Poem)

To sleep
Or to dream
Is for many
An escape
There's no mistake
That with every cheap intake
Of air
Without a care
One mustn't dare
To wake up another
In their sleep
Slumber deep
Each hair
Out of place
But I guess it's not my place
To look at the scene
Of when one is in a dream
After all it is unseen
A peaceful sight
Full of pieces of the night
It can cover up an awful lot
Portraying something it is not
Sleep disguises terror
Sleep disguises pain
What sleep disguises
That person experiences in vain
Others say
It's all the same
Sleep is sleep
A dream is just a dream
A nightmare isn't real
But what they don't understand
Is what we feel
It hurts enough to kill
And with each passing day
With each passing night
Living
A constant fight
It's hardly living
In constant fright
It takes the strongest of wills
To not just pop pills
Batting ourselves
Every single day
Keeping ourselves awake
Each and every way
Never wanting to fall asleep
Yet once we crack
Sleep has never been so deep
The scariest thing of all
Is once you fall
There's no going back
Trapped
Contained in a world
Beyond your control
No longer a world you know
Yet familiarity exists
Exorcists
That's what I need
See it started out as a tiny seed
But it grew
That pain blew
Memories stick like glue
I don't know who
Can help me
Maybe no one
Please god someone
Anyone
Anything
To rid me of these demons
Both figuratively
And literally
They haunt me mentally
And physically
They have taken the very best of me
The shell that remains
Is now the only thing that's left of me