Ocean of Thoughts

I'm not.

Walking back and forth
Walked myself right into a door
Mental state poor
Demons demand more

So I let them
Torture
Hurt
And poke

At fears
Memories
Hurt
Pain

Here they are
Guns
Shots
Alcohol

Fists
Pain
His gain
Bang

Daddy
Dear
Are you
Here?

Mommy
Please
Come
Over here!

I might die
I hear glass
Snaps
Screams

Dreams
I watched
You get
Killed

Decapitated
Blood pouring
I never told you
What I dreamt

Because you'd be scared
And put me on medication
But I swear
I'm not insane or twisted.

________

A nice poem to crap
Freaking mind is everywhere.