What makes and breaks thee

Something that kills, steals the day and night
As many things begin to physically hit
The many symptoms that enter are clearly not right
Yet nothing ever gets rid of it

Can close the eyes and it is still there
Somethings leave and somethings stay
What ever they are the monster it self is on a tear
Just more to hide everyday

The walls at times are closing in
Emotions clearly go away and become numb
As more problems start to begin
This is barely english to some

Weakness enters at anytime
As many issues come like a surging wave
Their is no such thing as feeling in prime
So the list of things hidden are increasing in this very cave

Is this life when everything is closing in?
The mountains and limitations
As another chapter must begin
Nothing but uncomfortable sensations

Must give it all until that final day
Yet a unknown and undetectable factor shall take it all
Of course time will have its say
Only to brace for a eventual and timed fall

When will this moment come?
Not now not just yet
What a epic battle this has become
Only a greater degree of agony with little regret