I'm fighting. Everyday is a battle. 

They love me, so they say.

But what happens when I've had enough? Because I'm so close I can taste blood. 

My mind is slowly fading, my eyes blurring.

I lay and look around at nothing in perticular, just dreaming of the days when life was worth living. 

I cry and scream, but they've made it clear that they don't care.

I'm losing it, and soon I won't be me.