Dreadful woes

Dear Dreadful Woes,
I woke up sick this morning from the vial things I was forced to feel last night. You took advantage of my kindness and generosity slammed them against the wall and choked the very last drop of dignity out.
I am forcing back the disgust and the vomit I so readily feel,blocking the feelings of rage and anger and covering them with tears.
My tears are burning the very skin from my face as this has been a recent occurrence for many years.Your dreadful lies follow me from one place to another always shutting out the love I once felt.
The skillfully intertwined promises of change and hopefulness you seem to enjoy grabbing the rug out and make me fall laughing each time.
Why must my soul be squeezed to please you? There's the chain of woes,each carefully constructed each screwed tightly around my hands you keep pulling them painfully cutting my wrists and pouring salted words.
Why can't you just leave me alone? Why are you toying with me and carving out any thread of pleasure I once felt.
Here comes the dreadful darkness as you put the last chain into place.dragging me down to please the future you want to have with me.