Teardrops,
seeping out of me and running rivers down my face,
like the rain as it collects together and weaves its path through the land.
Pain that forces its way through you to show the people around you that you hurt.
Choked sobs that make people ask questions,
“What's wrong?"
"Who hurt you?”
No one.
No one hurt me and No one is still hurting me.
No one is tearing deep into my heart and ripping it to pieces,
shattering it like fragile glass and wiping my tears with the shards.
No one is hollowing me out,
making me feel hopeless and alone.
Because no matter how many people come to me to tell me they care and will always be my friend No one stands in the shadows waiting to hurt me again.
Cold.
its washing over me as I sleep,
alone in a bed that wishes someone was there to bring warmth.
It causes me to shiver as I look into the eyes of someone I know will never warm me like I want, will never hold me close and whisper they love me.
It shoots through my veins in the form of adrenaline,
as hope rises in my chest like the sun only to be suffocated by the cold when someone turns away from me to find someone prettier.
Smarter.
Warmer.
No one stands to the side to welcome me back into its arms because it knows I will always be alone.
No one hurts me because No one cares enough to take a chance at us.
Even as the day ends and I climb back into bed with the cold waiting to surround me again I know that the next day will be the same.
And when people ask me who hurt me and why I cry I will always have the same answer.
No one hurt me.
Because No one is the only one there.