The Demons Are Coming.

Goddess, what is wrong with me? My head might just explode, or implode. However, my stomach doesn't twist and fill with pain anymore. I am weak. I am hurt. I am sick. Watch me faint, watch me scream, watch me go insane. Food. Yes, that is what I need, that is all I need. Food. I am almost to the breaking point. To the point where morals mean nothing, and I am completely on my own. To the point were I become savage and will eat anything I can get my hands on. But, no. I must be able to keep my humanities, I must stay sane, I cannot let my mother win and watch me crumble.
So, is that it? I let her win as she watches me die? I can't keep my eyes open any longer, I'm fading, fading. So, that's it, she does win. Goddess above, have mercy, I haven't done you or any other wrong, at least, not intentionally. Of course, she knows that, she knows me. My head. Please, my head. Kill me now, I'm hurting so, I'm sick so, please kill me now. I feel like I cannot breathe - just a delusion, I could only wish to suffocate. My eyes strain to see, my heart scarcely pumps, my breath is shallow and weak, my mind is lost. I cannot function much longer. Hallucinations flash before my eyes, they surround me, attack me, leave me screaming, hiding, trying to protect myself from them, in a room all alone. The sheets are soaked in my blood, bleach white all around. How? Why? Just let me sleep. Let me close my eyes for good, and never have to see the dreaded light of day again. This brutal life, it's killing me. I've lost all sanity. Please, please!
Oh, please, love, help me. I cannot live like this much longer. Help me escape. Please. Soon, I will fall asleep, and my eyes wont open again of their own. Kiss me goodbye, please. I don't want my death to go unnoticed. For every death, someone should care. So, please, kiss me goodbye, one last time. The demons are coming, and I shan't return. I love you lots, my dearest friend. Please, don't forget me. I won't forget you.
The Demons.. The Demons! They're coming for me, help please, the demons are coming. They're scratching at me, all around me, killing me. Biting, scaring, hitting, killing. The demons. They're out for blood. Lots of blood. They want me, they want me, please, don't let them have me. The demons are coming! They'll take me with them, you know and you know well. They'll take me to that place beyond, that place of pain and suffering, oh please, the demons are coming. My head, please, my head, they're getting in my head, making it hurt, hitting it, again and again and again. Oh, goddesss, the demons are coming! I mustn't take their food, it's poisoned, deathly, they'll punish me for it if I do. Please, the Demons are coming, biting, killing. I cannot live much longer. Save me, please, please, the demons are coming to kill, for my blood, for my head on a stick, for their dinner.
Goddess! The Demons are Coming!