Fake love

It is a request for help, a cry that finds no ears or heart to be accepted. I am a man who has discovered he feels alone again, yet surrounded by many, not recognized in his humanity, in his fragility; trapped in the suffering of a love apparently reciprocated but fake, in a parallel dimension hidden and cannot be understood. 

A journey into the dramatic representation of love. I'm not sure we understand how tiring it can be, in some phases of our lives, to be able to remember how important she is and how much I need her presence in mine and our mutual daily lives. 

How can I love if I don't understand if there is true love when I would like to love?

You lied to me, used me, deluded me and then you left with deception after squeezing me like a lemon.

You said I was too old for you, but that other man is even older than me. Your lies were like stabs in my back, I erased all memories of you, I don't want to know about you anymore, the pain you caused me is too great, now I just want to forget, quickly.