Dear Fate

I hope this finds you well. I’ve lived my life according to your whims, enduring trials that seem endless. The ache in my chest grows heavier each day.

Though I’ve never met you, I hear you dictate the course of life. I wonder if I’ve offended you; my existence feels like a wreck, spiraling into despair.

I’m alone, lost in a fog of pain and depression. It feels as if you’ve been punishing me, though I know I have no right to question your choices. Please, ease up a little. I fear I won’t last much longer under this weight.

Everyone around me has moved on, leaving me behind like a forgotten relic. Friends and colleagues ascend the ladder of success while I stumble, falling deeper into obscurity.

I’m on my last lap, sprawled on my back, staring up at a sky that seems to mock me. I’ve been left in the dust, struggling to pull myself up, but my hands are raw and my back aches with exhaustion. I wonder if it’s time to quit. After all, who would miss me? Just another statistic, another face lost in the crowd.

I don’t want to end this way, but the thought of fighting feels futile. I’ve cried until my voice is hoarse, begging for help, but my legs refuse to move. 

Dear Fate, you’ve taken so much from me. I’ve lost everything and can no longer fight. I hope you’re satisfied with my suffering.

I never truly knew you, but I’ve felt the weight of your disdain as you showered me with sorrow.

Yours truly,  

The Downtrodden and Fallen