battery

How can i understand , what i only i can feel.   In some such way it makes it less and yet more real.  it burns as if its all alone; yearning down to the bottom of the cave on its own. never understanding always being unknown.  cast aside like stupidity and wrong doing where no one can hide. they act as if my tongue speaks lies ; as if my words mean nothing , not even to help another survive.  they call me drama queen.  but yet don't denie it happened.  they claim it wasn't as bad as i say, while never dening its existence all the same.  i try to tell others of it, but they don't believe that one such so young of age could know what it means.  this pain this ache inside that knows no limits , has no hide , turns down pathways along my side , riping seams from old healed wounds as i cry.  destruction of ones soul is what is does as it journeys on it costs us all we ever knew.  our innocence is gone or for some never present , for this thing takes it all but yet its still hungry.  for some it swallows whole and leads to self-isolated suicide not always of our bodies but sometimes just of our minds.  it creates this well, this hole that cant be filled ; that makes us not even good enough for ourselves. it comes in so many pictures and kinds this thing battery knows no mind.