In the end, we are all broken,
Yet we march on, pain unspoken.
You aren’t alone, my brother, my sister,
For everyone bears that blister.

As someone who writes poetry similar to yours, I’m drawn to it. I know how it feels when all you can do is ahout your life through poetry, because there’s no one there who understands. I understand betrayal by friend and family. Thank you for your insight. I look to the next.