It

It's taking me over.
The pain and the suffering.
It won't leave my head.
It keeps making me think,
those dirty thoughts.
Of you being killed.
Blood dripping down your face.
I hear you scream for me.
It puts these thoughts in me.
I cry every night because of this.
It needs to leave.
It puts these horrible thoughts in me.
My family suffering.
My friends dieing.
It needs to get out.
When there is this thing.
It's getting in the way of my happiness.
I want it to stop.
I can't help but scream for help.
Someday every things going to go dark.
I won't be able to contain myself.
I'll make these things happen.
It won't be me doing them.
I'm sorry if I do.
I won't be able to stop.
Help me.
Please.