dead love exists

i feel hurt
shamed and afraid if thy show hes feelings he will
die as the one that i like doesnt recognise me
for who i am
for what i am she does not
no my darkness but she doent no thy
pain she thinks i dont love even without a heart she
hurts me the way that she looks at thy nightmare i do not exist to anyone else she owns my heart but does not no it
were friends but were enimies thats the way she wants it to stay
unless she lets me exist with her