Rip and tear.

Lost in a sea of demons.

They tell me they mean well.

They tell me not to worry.

They tell me to calm down.

They tell me to just relax.

They tell me it's all in my head.

I can't believe them.

I fight them.

Guns and weapons.

Sharp words, and explosive anger.

I'm just afraid.

Afraid they are right.

What if there are no demons.

What if it is only me.

Lonely, as I sit there.

Sitting in a crowd of people who love me.

Biting at them.

There's no way.

I'm not such a fool to believe their lies.

So I'll keep fighting.

Keep ripping at them. Sharp words, Explosives, and anger.

I'll keep ripping.

I'll keep tearing.

I'll stay safe.

Because I can't possibly be wrong.

There's no way I could be hurting the only people who love me.

No way those demons could be real people.

I can't let them endanger me.

I can't let them hurt me.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.