Dark poems

I'm just a myth

Thats what he said,
Right in my face.
Breaking my heart,
Killing my trust.

'Its just a myth,
It isn't true'

'Your crazy'

Those words,
Were more painful then I expected.
As he could have better stabbed me,
As it would have hurt less.

But what if I said,
that that myth is really who I am.
People will call me crazy for being this,
But I don't want to lie anymore.

But when I tell it myself,
I sometimes don't even believe myself.

I loved him.

But I was wearing my mask,
Of the one he wanted to see.

I loved him and I trusted him.

He was the first one I told.
But when I took of that mask,
He watched in disgrace,
As he couldn't accept me.

And I trusted him,
And he hated me for that.

And he left me.
Broken,
As he threw me down,
onto the cold ground.

As he broke me,
With only 9 simple words.

And I hate myself for even trying.
Trying to be who I am.

But I will try again.
As I now know,
that someone who knows me.
She will read this.

And I hope with everything that i believe,
That she will understand and believe me. 

And if you don't..
Then please just stab me.
It will leave less pain.

But,
I hope you understand,
How it is to live a fake life.
With the real you locked inside,
...howling for freedom.

And,
I hope that you don't feel the same.
But please, leave this between us.

Thank you,
Grtz. D