I Express Myself Through Writing

When you have something almost no one understands its like being buried alive. No cure it’s not going away and you have to try to survive it all alone. No mother or father or husband. Brother. You have to force yourself to appear strong. To appear okay and its torment and loneliness and wears you to nothing. No tears left to cry. No love or understanding coming back my way yet I love and protect others. You’re silent and faded until you break.
Then all of a sudden the storm hits.
Now I’m bad too because I tried to defend myself. Flashbacks and nightmares. Sirens and screams .
Why would I need anything?
Im fine.