A Diary Of A Poet

I ended it up good despite the fear despite the pain despite the aches 

I went through it all alone but that doesn't mean

I never felt it Inside me the aches were loud, were eating my soul inside and out

I have never been there before where my soul burns alive and I'm still breathing hoping for the better but the better will not come if it will come it should've come awhile ago

I'm hopeless I'm breathless not being felt not being heard my pain my aches weren't even understood the causes and the pain remained the same.