Love is not real

Have you ever wander how does it felt to be left alone? How does it felt to have no one there for you? How does it felt to be drowning in your own loneliness? I do.

I remember it was so dark and foggy I couldn't even see the palms of my hands. I was covered by a blanket but i could still felt the cold against my skin.
I could felt the emptiness in my heart, an ocean with no fish nor boats.

People think that I'm cold-blooded and stony-hearted but do they know what I have been through? They think that night changed me but do they know every time I turn my back I hear them calling me 'Monster'? Or that I don't see their disgust faces when they see me?

I have learned that people are heartless and selfish and that they don't deserve my love. If love is even real.