Bottled up

I am living in a world where pain is real,
And the way we live is shaped by the way we feel.
Scars as a kid carry over to when we are old,
I bottle up my feelings but they are beginning to unfold.
They are starting to be obvious; Im hurting down deep,
My only escape is my dreams when I sleep.
Hurt me all you want because I cant hurt anymore then I am,
Dont tell me what I can do because I know what I can,
It is just hard to see through the fog in my way,
And I refuse to speak when I have nothing to say.
I aint gonna cry to people know how I feel,
Just leave me in peace and let me have the steering wheel.
I control my own life so I will do as I please,
Leave me here so I can be at ease.
I know feelings can be expressed in many ways,
Many can be good, but just not today.
I am feeling so low I cant talk to you,
So please, leave me and maybe Ill make it through.
Please give me a moment at least,
So I can forever rest in peace.