Demons dead:

See all these shrunken heads on the nightstand beside my bed? They represent every single word you said. They represent my demons dead. They represent the chains that hold me and the lies I was fed. Enslaved. Encaged. Controlled with a hollow head. It's time for healing. Laying down. Staring at the ceiling. You don't know what I've been feeling. Get up and take a walk within my shoes. See the truth. You don't see me as a human. You see me for my issues. You call me deranged. But you're the one who caused me pain. You're the reason why Im considered strange. Here I go again. Off my medicine. No insurance. It's just constant suffering. ~ZyhrenSong~