Anybody

They tell me happiness comes from within. How can something like that come from the deep dark blue depths of my soul? I am filled to the brim with so much misery and hurt that I actually feel nothing. I am nothing. Nobody cares, and no one understands. They put me in a box so that they can make sense of my state. But they don’t get it. I doubt they ever will. I don’t want to be around anymore. I keep looking for ways to find meaning in my life. To find a point. There can’t be a point when the pain is dull. Strong enough for discomfort, but never enough to make me shout. But I am screaming from the top of my lungs. Except the world has gone deaf. The words bounce across my chest inside of me every minute. It’s like a constant construction zone, encapsulated in my mind, but I can’t get it to turn off. I’m stuck inside my sorrow. A monotonous continuum, with no way to get out. At least not by myself. Help.