Dear Agony,
Please let go of me. I'm suffering because of you. I don't know if I can go on anymore. I pretend to be fine. But I'm not because of you.
Dear Agony,
Why do you do this to me? What have I done to deserve this? Why did you pick me of all people?
Dear Agony,
I know I'm screw up. I know I can't do anything right. And having you remind me constantly isn't helping.
Dear Agony,
Then again, I rather it be me than anyone else. I wouldn't want anyone to know what I go through. I don't want them to feel that though.
Dear Agony,
Because of you I have no self-esteem. It makes me believe that I deserve every bad thing that happens to me.
Dear Agony,
I can't reach out for help to anyone. I shut them out because I feel like I don't deserve their time or help. I don't want them to worry on a nothing less thing like me. I'm hopeless because of you.
Dear Agony,
Your going to be the death of me one of these days. You know it. That's why you keep going at me. Because you know you'll claim me to like the rest of the people who fell victim to you.
Dear Agony,
I have news for you. It won't be that long till you claim me too.
