Hurt

Sitting in the corner,
knees to my head,
still not believing
what has been said.
Blankly I stare
at the wall before me,
waiting for misery
to just let me be.
Missing him more
with each day astray,
not knowing much more
to even say.
Pouring my soul out
as much as I can,
yet he still doesn't seem
to understand.
My head is spinning
and ides flying,
I don't know if I'll ever hit the ground
and stop crying.