When you like someone.but they don't seem to feel the same.

"I am, My broken Glass." (Sad)

Hours can go by and I would still check again. To see if he's seen it or read it at least but still... has he seen it?

Is he too busy?
Did I send it to the right person?
Maybe I'm being too clingy.
Maybe I'm not good enough.
Maybe he lost interest...was it something I did?
No.
Surely he wouldn't just not respond, right?

He's not that type of guy to just do that because we were just talking yesterday and things were fine, great even!
We were flirting and he was being amazing...how could I have ended it all?

2 days go by, no response.

3 days, then four.

It's the same every time.
I send a message, plain and simple.
He opens it.
He doesn't respond or does so hours later.
I send another just to see, nothing long, nothing demanding.
Still, he ignores.

"It's definitely you." The little voice in your head calls.

But I haven't done anything wrong. He's probably just busy.

"Busy enough not to say he can't talk? What about his story where he's at home doing nothing?"

People do it all the time or he would have answered me.

"Or he's choosing not too. There is probably another girl. Smarter,prettier, better figures than you."

Stop. Stop it right now. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. IM GOOD ENOUGH!

*Crash*

Glass and blood surrounded you. Defeat evident in the air. 

Does he know? Do they every just, know?

It's the little things that mean the most and it's the little things that can hurt the most as well.

In reality, the glass is not from the mirror in front of you. It's broken, yes, but it's also the little pieces of yourself that you try so desperately to keep together. It's the very shards you have glued together over and over and new shards join them each time.

I know, because I am the broken glass.

I am the messages I send.

I am the very person you have chosen to ignore.

It's not the messages you ignored, It's me. It's you.

'Boy's will be Boy's'...Right?

But when will the 'Boy's' become Men?

Men realize their words can hurt or lack there of.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will leave scars that may never heal.