Maybe I'll wake up

there's something inside
 which never shuts the hell up,
  from this voice you cannot hide
   it's not spirits
    it's not demons
     it's thy own mind.
   "just below my skin
     I'm screaming"
maybe I'm just dreaming
maybe I'll wake up
with nothing to ever worry about again, maybe then I'll begin to wander within without freaking out about the doubt
 I drown in daily damnit.
I can end it though,
I must
drop it indefinitely which inevitably
I'll have to or I run the risk
 of really losing control and falling down into that deep dark hole where the soul no longer speaks and the space surrounding reeks of real madness..
 the mind becomes a sad mess with no embracement of gladness,
no feelings
 no nothing.
Reality ravaged and gone.
But no matter what
"it's a new dawn
it's a new day
it's a new life for me
and I'm feeling good."