fighting freestyle

I’m out my body trying to fight this war but I’m in my mind fighting me even more thinking how many demons will I, have to endure, thinking I’ve been strange maybe I’ve gone insane or maybe I’ve been sane a reason why things are strange but I can’t see it vision be clouded with thoughts over thinking everything probably will never talk something’s off I got em lost in the sauce tsunami type of wave the type of water but what’s the cough offended they said I’m lost maybe I’m been winning the reason they holding salt.