COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!
loving you, is like loving loneliness. sadness.
loving you, is like walking into a world of darkness, alone.
loving you, is like being locked up in a cold room, with no feeling.
loving you, is like stabbing myself with a sharp blade. it never heals.
loving you, is like being in a place, with no warmth, no heat, no light, nothing.
its just me alone. standing there. a solitary shadow.
i can see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing.
but, tell me, why do i keep on doing it?