The Riddle

This is a riddle
To tickle your fiddle
Guess what I am
If not, you're damned.

I am hurt with no end
I will slowly strangle you and force you to decend
I will hold you hostage as you sweetly suffer until you give in
I will destroy you and all you know, I am a confusing sin

I live in the heart of the eye
I will cause you hunger for anwsers that without you'll die
I will give you a thirst so strong but for what you can't think
You'll search for a way out, you can't eat or sleep, let alone blink

I bring out tears
Through deep sorrow and fears
I bring out anger, violence, and don't forget rage
And I always convince someone to turn their last page!