storm inside me

this ache in my heart
my stomach
And my soul
feels as if its consuming me
my lungs hurt from screaming and smoking
there's nothing to replace this with
I've looked everywhere for a cure
there's nothing left to help this feeling
I am forced to let it reek havoc
from the outside everything looks okay
but when I look through the window there's a storm in there
its tore everything apart, even though there 's nothing left to break its still here  
its still searching
it continues to make me ache
makes me scream so loud I'm sure everyone can hear it
though no one's around most of the time
I spend so much time alone in my messy head
in my messy bed
because this depression takes a hold and won't let go.  
holds me hostage in my bed, my head.