I'm sitting here crying so hard I'm gasping for air, but I can't seem to get enough to be able to breathe. So instead I hold my stomach wrapped into a ball, letting my tears fall down the side of my face, dampening my pillow. I knew these nights would come back, but I didn't know they would hurt me worse now that I'm completely alone. I need someone to help me, even just a hello would be beneficial at this point. I don't need someone to pick up my broken pieces, as they are too shattered to fit back together again. But I wish someone could sit with me and understand that i just need them. I don't need fixing. I just need love. I just need happiness.
