Darkness

Hidden frustration scars my soul. You can’t see it, but I can feel it. Ripping through me like a raging fire. I need to scream it out, just want you to know. But you won’t listen, or even care. I am stuck, drowning. Drowning in this illness. I am here but you can’t see. What is this darkness doing to me? Crying, and screaming it won’t go away. When will this illness leave me be. Help me feel better. Im tired of this pain. But you can’t see this part of me.