Parasitic

My stomach is in knots over the constant war going on within me.  I can feel my heartbeat vibrating every inch of my body.  My organs are merely caged animals, fighting for the scraps of stress I feed them daily; they are riddled with that parasitic nature, now.  The anxiety won’t leave me, though I try to shake it with the tiny, white pills that put me to sleep.  Sleep has yet to engulf me in its own horrific environment, where my subconscious fires empty neurons filled with reminiscent times, left to haunt me forever.  I’m trying really hard to be the one to fix me, but I’m afraid this parasite has carved its way too deep in my being.