Dear Pain,

Thank you, kind sir, for reacquainting yourself with me. It's been far too long. Each day, I sink further and further into you, like a sand pit, but each grain of sand is small bits of life around me. You, sir, are the reason I find my breath shortening, my stomach smaller, and my mental capacity capped. I feel my chest being squeezed as I suck further down into you. You can even stifle my cries for help to those in front of me. I act like nothing is wrong, but all I wish for is someone to ask one more time if I am okay. But Pain, you effectively make me bite my tongue and shake my head, lying yet again. My answer should be, "No, I am not okay, I am in pain... I need help." Yet, I never call out. I just sit there. Once again, you're warm, and comforting, like I deserve this, and I might. I do... Thank you, for helping out. 

Your dearest friend, 

Shane