Spiritual sickness

My dear Master

I just thought I'd let you know I won't be coming to work today

I barely had any sleep last night

My temperature was above 40 degrees and the pain was almost unbearable

My dear Master

I am deeply sorry for this inconvenience but Master God even as I write this letter

I can feel my very soul melt away from me

It hurts so much I am reduced to tears

All this confusion and heart ache

All this fear and hatred does more damage than its worth

I'm now so ill; I can't accept the truth without the lies that have sliced through my soul

Poisoning my essence every day…I'm not sure if I'll even survive

Forgive me Master

I so wish with all my heart and the remainder of my soul I could be of use to you

But with each day, each little act I do, I become sicker

More tired and more weak

I know you couldn't careless

I know you wouldn't hesitate to throw something as useless as me into the fire

But, Great One, some children are born weaker and more sickly than others

I really didn't choose this…please help me…