wounded

It's sad to say some wounds just won't leave a scar. Tightness takes over and controls the ache in my muscles and my blood won't circulate and my hands and feet fall to sleep, but I'm still awake. Your draining all the life out of me. Please end this insanity. There's no controlling it; it's denailable. You won't let me feel human. This is not natural. Desperation and insomnia start to kick in again. Later the head trama will begin again like on an instant replay. I can't avoid I can't control it. I soak it up it seems to numb the pain although it a temporary relief until it replays again. How can I break this cycle? It's building up inside me again breaking me into a monster. Where or how will I find the cure for my diesase. This reality is a living nightmare. What can I do what can I say to ease the pain.