Caught in the middle

Would you be able to look at me the same?
To look at me if you knew every thought?
To look at me if you knew the monsters inside?
Would you be willing even?

My head and heart hurt,
Longing for peace,
Longing for silence,
To replace the screams of rage and pain.

My head wonders if someone will cut it some slack,
My heart wonders if the pain will stop.
My subconscious going a million miles an hour and tearing me apart,
tearing us apart...

All attempts to satisfy my burning rage have fallen,
The flames still roars,
I'm tired, weary, depressed, anxious and yet still angry,
Still hurt...

My body can't take any more punishment,
But my heart needs more.
This emotional pain is more than I can bare,
But what I don't understand is I can't feel any of this.

What has become of me?