It is there..   Its laughing on me, on my failure, on my life.
It won and I failed. I am useless and I can't do anything right or be successful. I hate it and it loathes me. 

I sense the feeling, its like you have to let it go but know YOU CAN'T. Its like I am just a paralyzed human, as I can't ask for help nor I can run away from it. It overcomes you, every time you want to start over.

It brings back the haunted past, to show the place you actually used to belong. It never lets you up.

It killed me, it hurt me, it ruined my life.

I try to fight it, but I never succeed. I try to cease it, but I always fail. I try to suppress it, but I lose.

I can never obstruct, those laughs I see, those taunts I hear, those smirks I see, those blames I hear. I want to make it stop, but I can't.

Why you may ask, because I failed and I couldn't knock it off. I couldn't terminate it. Thus, I became a victim of chronic worry and hopelessness. 

It is always with me, like a burden on my shoulders and I know it will be there, forever and always.

I lost my melee with it and with it I lost myself too. 

The outcome of this? I lost my life to it.

'It' is The Fear Of Failure, Atychiphobia.