Agony...

Dear Agony,

Just let go of me... As I already suffer slowly.
Is this the way it's got to be? Don't bury me.
Faceless enemy...

Within someone, buried somewhere unreachable, there's always a burden.
A heavy cross to bear, even if for something unattainable...
Out of reach, it's where I stand.

Diving in an abyss of deprivation of feelings.
Where nothing matters but a friendly face, caring hand, lovely smile...
Somewhere, somewhere not here.

It's better to feel agony than not feeling...
But it takes your hand and walks you to nothing, like a friendly individual.
And when you wake, you realize, that with or without it, you've only got yourself.