That disappointment feeling you get when the people you love most in the world let you down, or get away from you. The kind of pain that makes you fall to the floor and hide away from the whole world. That kind of pain you think you’ll never get over.
I wish that when someone asked me if I was okay, they looked into my eyes and really asked. And I wish they would know I was a liar when I said I was “fine”. And I really wish that when they asked, they truly cared about my answer. And when I got angry and pushed them away. I wish they would come back and tell me everything would be okay. I wish people really stayed. But people always leave. Maybe I would feel hope again if that one person came and changed my mind. But they haven’t come yet. And I’m still here. Alone and waiting.
Things I think about all the time, but especially today.