A Poem in a Letter

Life isn't worth the pain,
It really isn't worth the sorrow
And one question is all that's left to remain...
Will I still be here tomorrow?

I can't help the way I feel now
Because I've lost all hope,
And taken a curse as a vow
Falling forever, down an endless slope

I've been shackled in chains
But they're invisible to the eye,
Even though the blood they bring stains
And causes me to cry

I beg for someone to help me through,
But I don't think they can
Because, even before, I knew
This battle was over before it began

Does a life have to disappear
To be carefree and better?
If so, then I greatly fear,
This is not a poem... but a letter.