The Broken Who Broke Others

one hour

they gave me a wave to say hey
but i came up worried to them about not finding her.
my first words meeting anybody except her used to be
hey, did you see her yet?
at one point they said hey but they had given up trying to talk to me anymore.

cause as cliché as it sounds,
i would've spent one hour with her rather than spending a thousand days with anyone else.

that's why when she wasn't there anymore
there was no one to talk to
they all tried before.
many tried but i seemed to have shut them down.
even though i felt lonely,
the pain was much more when i tried to talk to people in my grade.

i keep looking and
searching.,
in things, people and in crowds.

i look,
i choose,
i find them with others,
i pack up my bags.
i like to think that maybe this all is worth it,
protecting myself from hurt
but if i keep doing this i'll find myself
to be alone for the rest of eternity.