Sorry if this sucks it's short and early in the morning to be editing.

Tears streamed down my face, the cries coming from my soul quiet in the dark room. I lay on my back in my bed, feeling lost inside, feeling a numbness, an emptiness. My clock only read 12:57, but it felt like I had been crying forever.
  My ceiling became quite the interest for my exhausted, emotional eyes. My hand flew up to my mouth as a small cry came from it, a whimper almost as I felt the hands of my demons yank at my soul, trying to devour me. I tried to stay quiet, I tried to so hard.
  Tears came a little faster down my cheeks, running down my neck and onto my pillow case. The tears hurt me, they burned against my soft skin. But they came more and more as I felt my soul softly being ripped apart.
   It always confused me why it was always late at night when this was the worst. I figured it was because they could catch me alone, where I wouldn't have anyone to save me from the evil that eats at me from the inside out.
  I take in a shaky breath as my chest begins to feel weighted, as if someone is pushing me down, like my anxiety is telling me something's wrong, like it's threatening me. I let it out the same breath, breathing becoming difficult as it all hits me like a truck.
   I sit up, trying to see if it helps, but it doesn't. I stand up, walking to my bathroom and digging through my cabinets. I collapse to the floor as a wave of darkness and pain flows through my veins. A cry escapes my lips, making me clench my fists. I hate this life that is chosen for me, this curse I have to bear.
   I try to stand again, leaning my weight on the sink counter as my eyes land on what I was looking for. My shaking hand reaches for the bottle, opening it on the third try. I set it down, heading to my kitchen, headed for my alcohol. I grab the biggest bottle of the strongest stuff I have, not even bothering to grab a glass.
   I stare at my hand as I hold the drugs in it, the medications that I use to make these voices, these evil beings in me go away. They fill my hand, multiple pills about to enter my body, about to poison it with a feeling of pleasure. I drink out of my bottle and swallow it with the wonderful things that were once in my hand.
   I look at myself in the mirror, thinking to myself. What am I? What good am I? I shake my head and take another big chug of my alcohol. I feel myself getting dizzy, my head spinning as I sit on my bed in the darkness. I keep working down the bottle, trying to hurt myself, tear myself down as much as I can. Sobs still corse through my beaten self as I cry out to God. I beg for him to make the voices stop, to make it all stop, to kill me now. To end it all, to end me.
  I finish my bottle, barely even conscious at this point, my body feeling done and faded, my mind melted. I'm sure that if I close my eyes, there's a good chance I won't open them again, which I accept. I'm okay with never opening my eyes again, I marvel at it. I try to stand up, wanting more pills and Vodka.
  I collapse instead, choking, vomiting foam. My vision is going white as I hear my front door open, not caring who it is.

  
   I wake up, hours later in my bed. My head throbs, along with the rest of my body. "Thank God, you're awake." I sit up and turn to the door to see my boyfriend Dallon. "I was trying to get ahold of you last night because I couldn't sleep. After awhile of you not answering I got worried and came over. You were dying on your floor."
   I looked at my hands on my lap. "So I tried to help and got you to sleep on your bed afterwords. Now you're awake. Is there anything I could get you? Anything I can do?"
   I looked at him, worry clear on his face. Tears welcomed themselves into my eyes, then falling out and onto my face. He walked over and sat down by me. "I just want someone to hold me and ward the demons away."
  "I can do that. I will always protect you. I love you."
   I smiled through the tears. "I love you too." He laid down and held me into his chest, brushing my hair through his fingers.
  "I'll stay right here, now go to bed, get some rest please." I closed my eyes, heading back to sleep. "I never want to lose you, so I'll stay here holding you."
  "Could you just hold me a little tighter today?"
  "Of course, you need it. Now rest."