Who Cares?

I churn inside;
an inner turmoil.
Not a soul knows.
Why? I can't tell them,
I didn't tell them,
there's no need to tell them.
I sense an impending doom;
I feel helpless. Because
there's no one behind me,
nobody with me.
It's a physical ache;
this feeling of disaster.
I'd like to cry though,
I'd like to cry a river,
I'd like to cry this out of my system.
I have stubborn tears,
they wouldn't fall,
they don't want to stain
my hardened cheeks,
they don't want to ease
the physical pain in my heart.
I'm tired of fighting.
I'm tired of being strong.
I've had enough of protecting myself.
Let them all come to me,
let them all rain down on me.
Who cares?
Let them!