Dearest John

There's a hole growing inside of me, John.
A hole that appears so empty, but is really full of feelings and emotions.
The structure built of pain, hopelessness, and depression.
The hole increases in size, day by day, and will never go away.
But.. With the help of someone or something spectacular,
It can stop growing.
But humans are funny little creatures, aren't they?
And they could never complete this task,
For they are too immature, and can not devote themself to such a thing.
So, dearest John, just carry on.
And forget you ever heard my name.