Confused

Treated wih unkindness.
Slowly falling into the Darkness.
The serenity of my mind keeps me strong.
Everyday something always goes wrong.
Demos are felicite about torturing me.
Why can't they just let me be.
Wondering if it is my destiny or is it a fee to be free.
Bells toll within my head.
Stopping me from being dead.
Darkness is my fortress of solitude,
where i try to gather up my thoughts.
My mind slightly decay with all this thought.