"Don't believe what you have seen, dont feel the pleasure of what you see, it's all lies"

I've never believed demons existed, I do not believe demons exist. It's too hard for me to explain, I've never experienced demonic possession, nor have I felt a demonic presence. No substance will make me believe, I've bottled my mind in a jar, I choose not to believe, I don't want to believe. This is too hard for me to think about.

I was told to wright it all down, but I refuse, nothing happened, I'm telling you, the voices weren't real, I'm telling you nothing I say is the truth. Why do they call me mad? Why are the children so mean, why do they mock, and tease. I'm not insane, nothing I tell you is true, I'm full of lies, that's all I am... A book if lies. The voices aren't real, there is nothing wrong with my head...why am I here? It crosses my mind daily, I'm confused, I dont understand why I'm locked in this room, no not a room, but a cage. Why am I here? Who put me here?

There is nothing wrong with my mind. They say nothing is left of it, my mind has not melted, it has simplely shipped out of place. No I don't understand, I don't want to understand, I only know what I have been told, my mind was built, it was molded to please, it's shape is not what they want it to be. I see things that aren't there, I hear things that aren't real, what am I doing here, this isn't the place I belong, I was put here.

I want to get out, I need to get out, I'm trapped here, what is there to lose? My mind is gone, what is left? I have nothing, I have nobody, I dont remember what my face looks like, I've looked at all the photographs, I'm not that man anymore, I was never that man, it was a fake identity, I have lost my mind. Everything that I'm telling you is a lie.