cold and alone

in your darkest dreams never will you see the nighmareish things that i have lived. there is a turbulent darkness that never ceases in me, like a knife that twists deep underneath my skin. tearing away at reality erasing the hope for the retrobution of mysoul maybe someday the pain will stop, when my mind no longer spins likea child is playng with atop. i still have much to learn,but my yearning for knowledge has gone leaving me crying cold and alone.