Heartbreak

I listen and I watch. Everyone. Who cries over getting their heartbroken. The things they say they feel. The situation that broke their heart. And I have a hard time crying for these people. I've had my heart broken, So many times. So many times. Maybe, 10 times. Each time, it's been more serious, more hurtful. To the point that no one can ever fucking understand how damaged I am. No one was around this during these times in my life. No one saw all the emotional wreck I've been. Over and over and over and over again. The times somebody has ripped me apart, is endless. And how I'm still standing, fucking amazes me. So is it wrong for me to want someone who can just see that? Who isn't too focused on themselves and their own needs to see that I'm in a terrible need to be fixed. To be really, loved.