Abandoned

Boy, don't confess.
Little boy, I've been there. I know you're insecure but she made you want to release all that you've been keeping in for so many years. She made you comfortable enough to confess what you never told anybody. The things you're dying to tell but can find no body to trust. She let you trust her.
Dear, I know it's hard, so damn hard for you to open up, but she made you give up, only because you always wanted to. You confessed to her.. She let you go so far and say so much. She felt like home, a lost hope that was finally found, a window of an eternal sunshine. She nodded, she said she understood. You believed and let out so much. You showed her your scars and sparkles, your darkness and liveliness. She didn't leave, she stayed right in there, but she wasn't the same anymore.
By the time you knew she was only there out of curiosity, and wanted you to stop when she fed her needs.
Boy, I know now you're keeping in even more than you had before.
Such a monstrous soul! But I'm not like her. I have been there, I know how it feels like. I'll be there for you when every body is gone, when you feel misplaced and abandoned. I will always be the same..