Broken heart

I'm sitting here on the bus. Alone in a seat next to the window. my body moves slowly from one side to another as the bus disgracefully drives in this circle over and over again.
People are talking and children screaming and laughing. The sound of the traffic is loud and noisy. But all I can hear is my hart breaking like crystal to stone floor. And the sound makes so strong echoes so that I doubt that the sound ever will stop, doubt that the sound ever will stop reminding me, hurting me. I keep my tears from falling as I tell myself that I was silly even to think there was a chance. No one knows about my fall, but if they look into my eyes, they'll see. They'll see that I hardly can stand straight. That I barely can keep my hope.
the person that held me up, comforted me, actually looked at me is the person that'd hurt me the most. I'm sad, and I can't cry because I'm pathetic. I'm lost, and I can't ask for help because then I have to tell everything. repeat it over again. I can never love you, if you don't love me. And love is all I can give.

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