Burn Poem by Isa .

I loved him
The world couldn't see it.
Did you believe it? He asks me
How can you love someone but not believe it?
Such a silly question. But I think about it all day and night.
He haunts me in my night terrors and gives me a fright.

My parents don't believe in me.
He might not even exist.
I'm stumped.
Afraid.
Lost.

No one to run to, am I that hard to love?
What is love?
Have I been loved?
Would I even know?

Am I crazy?
That's what they all say.
I'm starting to think that they're right.
I laugh at the world around me,
as it eats everything,
I ask myself one more time.
How can you love someone but not believe it?

I look down at the blood on my hands.
I gave my life. But not for love.
For power.
I never LOVED, I manipulated myself.
I laugh as my world dies around me. They were right.

I AM crazy.