you don't know what its like to cry all alone in a hotel room. with no one to turn to. no one to hug you and tell you everything will be alright. no one to wipe away each tear that falls, to brush aside your hair and tell you not to cry anymore. when it hurts so bad it seems that nothing will ease the pain.

you don't know how upset you made me when you said that. how dare you. as if the pain wasn't enough. you just added salt to the wound. how can you act like nothing happened? like you never said any of those things? like as though everything is supposed to magically go back to normal. it doesn't work that way.

will the tears never stop?