I hate this part

I hate this part,
The night is to dark,
To cold,
To late to leave.

I'm stranded,
miserable, and in pain.

I need to get out of this house,
But I have no where to go,
No one to turn to.

Nobody likes a crying girl,
Expecially when the pain,
that leaves her crying and miserable,
is self inflicted.

No,
She is not bleeding.
She is not physically harmed.
Physical pain does not stay.
Emotional doees not leave.

Just another heart break,
She will get over it,
She always does.

No.
This isn't like other times,
Other times,
it didn't hurt as bad.

She wasn't prepared for this,
This strong of pain.

But your gone now.
She couldn't go back,
even if She wanted to.