Depressing Poetry From A Depressing Boy.

things you do,

you lead me on,

   you send me messages praising me, telling me how much of a good person i  am.

you stare into my eyes,

 your eyes have such an intensifying stare. beyond the darkness they hold, you're  a true bright person.

you hate yourself,

  i know you do,  you've told me before. why? why do you get mad at yourself? i wish you knew the greatness you hold.

you tell me you feel lonely,

 you've told me this as well. it's so fucking hard knowing you feel this and i can't be there to fill your lonely void.

you tell your friends about me,

  my name comes up in your conversations, i know this because they told me as if it was a meaningless thing. what does that mean? why would you even want to start thinking of me?

you make me feel,

 love, lust, anger, happiness, sadness, angst, i feel it all.

you share your darkest moments with me,  

 do you tell everyone these things? am i the first? why me?

you make me love you,

 the most painful thing about that is you can't see that.