Inner Demons

The howling wind is blowing through the trees. Reminding me of battles that dropped me to my knees. Physical pain is endless.No hope for a cure. My health is failing.Its more ed up than before. Medication has done more damage than good. Poisoning my organs,instead of healing them like it should. I'm so angry! What is the point of my pain? My soul is dying.I long to feel alive again. My emotions stir up painful memories. Dark thoughts invade my fantasies. My inner demons are winning this fight. I feel so worthless.That is why I write. Chemicals in my body bring me closer to death. Time is a clock ticking with every breath.