i should have known

i dont believe myself. i feel like every paranoid fear i've ever had of opening up to someone has been thrown in my face. i let you in when i didnt even intend to, i let myself give a damn about you and i'm met with silence. i'm met with unanswered questions, one-sided efforts...i'm left with nothing. i thought you wanted this too, but then you just ignore me for weeks. not days, not hours...weeks. you ask me to go away with you and then casually dismiss it with your failure to follow through or get in touch with me--or make any effort at all to seem like you give a shit one way or the other. i told you what i felt and you just sat there and didnt say a word. so i'm here now...left with a feeling of absoulte lonliness. no one calls me...i have this void that you have both left behind. one i cant seem to escape, the other i cant seem to find. i cant believe i let myself be burned twice. the part i hate most is i'm still attatched. i still care. this voice in my head tells me it'll be ok--one day someone will care about me. but the sad part is i know they never will.