Anonymous Letters.

How Much Longer.

I dont know how much longer I can do this.
They're winning,
The white and red marks alike.
They scatter my body.
The disease is spreading.
Limb to limb.
Person to person.
I thought I'd be immune by now,
But apparently there's no vaccine to cure my illness.
My brain can be numbed by pain.
Oh the pain.
Its addictive.
It's what I need to get by.
Day by day.
Hour by hour.
I crave it.
It kills me.
It will kill me.
I don't know when,
But, I dont know how much longer i can take this.