Personal Commentary On My Demons

Vehemently, I threw my myself on the bed, covered my head with pillows and screamed in pain and agony.Like a pack of wild, hungry ferocious wolves, the thoughts began to commence and every second they got louder. Like paws,every sentence clawed at my brain,every thought pierced my mind in agony,and my body began to shake. The shivers started from the tip of my fingers and cascaded straight down my gut, my body shook, and I screamed

I didn’t stop running; I kept this up for what felt like thirty seconds at least before the overwhelming urge to cough stopped me. I attempted to grip the side of the wall before I keeled over and violently choked up more blood. Shaking, I stretched my arms out around me, praying that I would find something in this seemingly empty room that could give me some kind of relief. Something that would take away that

My mind was going one thousand miles per hour, those words haunting my head. Hot tears flowed down my face as the words sunk in. I slumped in my seat feeling exhausted and too cold for this warm house. My father’s arms reached for me, trying to comfort me. He wouldn’t understand the mental loss that was turning into physical pain. My chest heaved for air, trying to get this drowning feeling out of these thoughts that envelope me bringing a soft cloak of anxiety. “Not again, please.”

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

I could hear my breathing as if it was a voluntary action. As I saw my mom car come screeching into the driveway, she rushed out, I ran up to her as I tearfully asked, "Is he okay?" With hesitancy and a sorrow- filled voice she said, "He's dead," I screamed over and over again, "No, no, not my brother! Anyone but him!" and I broke down crying, I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt like I was suffocating; as if a giant hand was clamped around my heart, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted for it to not be

The ache in my chest was building, and I felt all of the darkness inside of me build. The pressure was only intensifying and I knew that I had to do something, and quick.

I crippled down into a pit of confusion and sadness. Although this happened often, it always seemed to hit home hard as the months progressed. I arrived home and tossed myself into the soft comfort of my bed. Curled up into a ball, I tightened and released my grip on my white covers repeatedly, my body slowly dozing in and out of slumber as I watched small ripples in the outdoor pool shine upon my bedroom wall, the moonlight brightening it. Slowly the whispers began developing, and I allowed them. I needed to listen, they crowded my mind and maybe they were all right. So, there I sat in the silence. Jabbled words filled the room, they seemed to be everywhere. Woman, children, and men. I tensed at the words, trying to make out what they were telling me. In the background faint noises played, either from past songs the band and I had developed or ones that just kept coming. Threats or sarcastic remarks, occasional words remembered from my parents or enemies. They kept coming, intensifying by the second, getting louder and louder, until the point where... I snapped. I sat up and screamed into the darkness, pulling at my hair and kicking my feet, as if I were having some kind of a toddler tantrum. My breath quickened and my nose wrinkled, like how it always did when I got worked up. Slowly, and then all at once they stopped. My mind gathered in the silence, and I slammed back down into the pillow, turning my head into it, screaming once more until

Months on end I tried to rid the voices from the head, but my efforts were in vain. I snapped. Visions of gruesome murders flew in and out of my head. My memories were like a tangled ball of yarn. The muscles within me twitched uncontrollably; I let out a blood-curdling scream that echoed throughout the ominous night. The pain felt like something was trying to take over my body

My blood begins to thin, as my vision starts to spin… “I guess I should have stopped”, .. As my limp body dropped.. Cut my Soul in Half I observe my previous tries, My unseen hurt and earlier cries. I couldn’t hold back,

On one creepy night there was a group of restless friends driving to an old friend’s house for a party.So they started driving their but all of the sudden it started getting windy,and thunder storming,so the group of the restless friends started to get frightened,and then out of the blue the car broke down.So they started walking and what they thought was their friends house was an old abandoned western town.So they thought since it’s starting to get dark they will just stay there for the night,but that was a bad idea.Somebody was there,not living but something different,like a demon.So the group of friends started to walk through the old town and started to hear little kids screaming like they're trapped,and can’t get out so they just tried to ignored them.

I'm falling. Blackness engulfs everything I know, but I'm not even sure if I know anything. My mind is clouded with a panic that grips my entire body. I want to scream, but my mouth won't utter a sound. My heart beats a million miles a minute. I can distinguish nothing in this utter darkness, but I can sense that the end of my drop is approaching. When, I cannot tell, but I know it's there. Just beyond the edge of this oblivion, it is steadily looming nearer. Full on terror consumes me, wracking my entire body with tremors and silent screams that echo throughout my mind. My lungs feel about to burst with the words I can't cry. It's coming closer. This must stop! Please!

Paralyzed by fear I just stood there. Every pair of eyes was staring at me and I could feel every last one of them. Sweat starts culminating on my forehead. Shuffling my note cards I get ready to speak. I open my mouth; there is nothing but silence. No words would come out. Shutting my lips tight I try to concentrate on the note cards. One more time I say in head and I try again. I try to form the words again but nothing comes out and panic sets in. I can hear the tick tick of the clock on the wall behind me. My heart races faster and faster.

At night, beyond the public eye, the rooftop comforts me, provides me a my safe haven. I hear the wind whispering my name to escape: but I do not listen. Being in my own world ushers a feeling of fright, yet also comes as a relief. With no one there to judge me; I sit alone, with the company of my inner demons.. I close my eyes, my demons have assailed me all day, midnight is their time. The void of judgment has remained. It’s dark, but at the end you see a flash of light. So, I walk in the obesity of my mind where the darkness has taken over. The sense of being paralyzed comes to my mind, my fears are woken up and the sense of neglect is off. I smell fear all around. I do not smell the smoke from the burning wood I left. The smell of fear and sweat are much more dominant,I feel my hands are getting sweaty, my body frozen, paralyzed. My heart beats faster than ever before. My Demons have become vigorous. An explosion of fear, rage, sadness and anxiety overwhelms me, but I cannot wake up. Powerless, my demons pull me into the darkest depths of my mind where I try to hold on for dear mercy.

SO”. Once things became tough in life and the feeling of emptiness and the void became so intense too