I wish i could just talk to them. Make them see the truth.
I didn't pull away, or leave for lack of love. Worse, for my own
sanity (however fleeting). They consume my thoughts. Always.

I pretended to be dark, like them and enjoyed it. However,
anyone who knows me (including them) know that is not
who I am. I am kind hearted, loving and caring. Not the monster
I portrayed.

They liked it though. They were too blind to see it was a coping
mechanism. To continually give love and be hurt only results in
my self-esteem fading away.

I cry all the time now. No one knows why. I know why. It was because
my heart was stolen and smashed.
I wish i could think and act like them, as though no one matters.
It would bring peace to not care.

Still, i don't really believe they are that dark. Is it possible for someone to really be that dark? I think it was there coping mechanism. Just reflective of the facade they enact.