I Remember

I remember sitting on the Bus with my earphones in and staring outside the window. I was listening to the most beautiful songs but all they did was break my heart. And all I could think about was the pain in my heart, so I sat there quietly and frustately sobbing and hating myself for crying [yeah.in.the.fuckin.public.transportation].

I remember sitting in the class full of people and writing silent cries into my notebook.

I remember sitting there and shaking in my seat while my throat burned and my eyes stung from the tears I desperately wanted to cry.

And,

I remember, all the crying, alone and lonely.

But,

I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in my head when I don't even understand in myself.

So.

When I'm sad, please don't ask me what's wrong.

Just,
hug me.