I Work Alone

The pain burns through me everyday.
I try to cut holes so it can escape,
Yet the wounds are not deep enough to compare with that pain.
I cry the tears in hope that things will change,
But they just leave me looking a mess with damp black marks on my pillow.
I shut myself off and all on my own,
That is the only peace - loneliness.
No one to shout,
No one to cry,
No one to make me feel worse,
No one to fuss.
I am alone, and I like it that way.
Trudging through the pain by myself.