Drag Me Down (And Other Heart-Wrenching Things It Does To Me).

A curse? A burden? A dagger to the heart? It doesn't matter what you call it, it kills me from the inside. Innocent you may be, it doesn't judge status, age or gender. It will get you, just like it got me...

It made me a slave, for I toiled, bled and cried because of it. But you're not here to listen to what it did to me, no, no, let me tell you how I got here.

Betrayal.

Like a sick, twisted apex predator it waited patiently for the time to strike. It waited for my emotions to run high, waited for adrenaline to boil in my blood before crushing me to a depressed wreck. A friend of mine, a friend so close we were of one mind with different flesh, had backstabbed me with a knife of spite and hate. This knife had gotten closer and closer to my mind until it became one with me, and here I am today.

All because of betrayal.

Why do you do it? Why do you sell me out, then run away? Are you too cold-hearted to care? Is that it, you self-centered traitor? Look what you've made me do, all the hopes killed around me, happiness that once surrounded me now withered to a memory. The guilt I carry because of it has gone to my mind because of you. I lied, cheated and stole, now each step I take haunts me. I lost everything and everyone I had because of you.

With nothing left to save, I embraced the darkness. It dragged me down and tortured me to the point of no return. I trusted you, but all you did was betray me. Your fate is in stone. I will find you and make you feel my pain. You will regret ever being a traitor.

You're next.