Short stories (horrors)

Going Insane

Every day is an endless battle between my demons, in witch there are more of, and the very few angels I have. The Angels get weaker each day and their strength goes to my demons. I'm losing myself to the darkness and I'm just letting it happen. My eyes have started to go black around the rims, and I feel myself getting sick and skinny to the point of extreme pain. I never eat, I don't have to. I never sleep, I don't need to. All I do is sit in my room with all the lights off and my windows covered in black so the sunlight can't get in. I don't cry anymore, my demons are strong so they won't let my weaknesses in. And I've suddenly stopped breathing, yet my heart is still beating. I've gone cold, and everyone says I'm dead, but in reality, I'm living my life in a cold dark cell in Hells prison, living, breathing, but dying in the slowest way possible.