What's left when the demons win?

Kind touches burn like fire. Maybe at one time they felt good and made things better but they became an unbearably hot flame he couldn't help but shy away from. They only made him feel worse because he believed nothing could help him. He was losing. He was falling apart. No one could help him.

"Smile you'll feel better."
"Smile so they don't figure it out."
"They can't help don't tell them"

How long had it been since even those thoughts lost any value to him? How long since he cared to hide? He stayed quiet even when he felt like he was being cut up inside. Scars from on the inside slowly as he felt worse started to show on his skin in a vein attempt to breath while drowning in emotion he had no control over. Everyone who tried to help was a liar or wanted something from him that he wasn't willing to give. No one was truly kind. Kindness hurt like ice to give and like fire to receive. It wasn't worth it and he didn't want it not either end of it.

He was losing sight of the truth.

"They don't love you."
" your just a burden to them."
"They want something from you."
"You can't do it right no matter how much time you have."
"Its better to be alone."
"Everything just hurts. Don't you want it to stop?"

Paranoia. Depression. Anxiety. Isolation. Pain.

Everyone ignored the signs, were too busy or too stupid to notice, in reality he just hid it all too well. His demons were winning, eating him alive and taking all they could. They so easily ripped him apart from the inside out. They took him and broke him beyond repair.....until he was completely and utterly gone. Then the demons turned on each other fighting for control of the body they so happily emptied of its soul. A soul they so happily ripped to shreds and devoured without thought.

Still no one noticed. Or maybe it was that they had all given up, believing it wasn't that big of a deal to have such problems. They were wrong and they had failed him in every single way.

In truth maybe they had tried to help. They tried to but he pushed them away.

He didn't eat or sleep anymore. He became completely unresponsive. They hospitalized him the second time his body collapsed. Still no one noticed he was gone and no one noticed the demons fighting for his body.

He hadn't known how to fight them. He didn't even think to try after so long he just wanted it to end.

He was completely unresponsive.

Anxiety lost and he rolled off the bed scaring the hospital staff half to death.

"He shouldn't be strong enough to move like that anymore what with not eating and hardly ever moving."

His parents payed for him to stay alive but they never visited, to scared to see what he had become, to see what they lost. His so called friends never even called, not knowing what they should have said. No one bothered to visit him or even check his condition unless given an update, they just prayed he was getting better, prayed something could save him knowing they no longer could. They were all scared to learn he was gone.

When paranoia and pain lost one after the other he started eating seemingly of his own will. He still didn't talk and he still refused to be touched but they thought it was progress. It wasn't really progress because he still wasn't really getting better because he never would, he was gone but no one knew that.

When depression and isolation lost in erasing each other he was left empty and all that 'progress' was lost. Some gave up immediately others waited with baited breath as each day went by. Five days, nothing. Twelve days, nothing. As each day passed a little more hope for his recovery was lost. By the time it was day twenty-two everyone had given up. Now they were waiting for the go ahead to pull the plug. And for a funeral that shouldn't have had to happen and a death they seen coming but not fast enough to help.

When the others lost something else took their place. It waited and watched from empty eyes for the right time to take complete control. And it did the night before they planned to pull the plug, to give up on him. He was emptiness and he had won the body that the others emptied. He was now the bodies owner and he was leaving those who had cared for the original behind.

The demons won the body, fought over who deserved it more and eventually left the body to emptiness. Now he was in control and he wasn't going to be there the next time a body was left empty.

When the demons win nothing of you is ever left behind except the memories of those who cared. Memories that they will either hold onto like a lifeline or throw as far away as they can to avoid the pain.

When the demons win all that is left is pain for everyone left behind.

So please don't let them win. Don't let them destroy you.

Because You're loved