what is wrong with me

i cannot shake the excrutiating need to cry
till all my hurt slides down my cheeks.
their well traversed paths invisible to all but myself.
can't even give a reason for this.
just know something is wrong with me &
no one can help me.
not even myself.
my mom is distracted.
my brother in his own world.
aloneness, my constant companion no longer consoles my wounds.
scars over scars i wear as tattoos.