No.

I've never felt this before.
No more of the ominous feeling of being alone.
I want nothing more.
My endless happiness left unshown.

It's not love.
No, I just like being held.
The bliss as pure as a dove.
Something never known until felt.

The need to be in anothers arms.
Something I could never understand.
For me, it calms,
when I'm sobbing so hard I can't stand.

Have you ever said 'I love you'?
Have you ever ment it?
Well you've said it to me too,
and I forever resent it.

You can shun me if you like.
And the sadness will be relevent when I speak.
As clear as the words I write,
not even trying stop the tears from running down my cheek.

You can find me out in the dark.
Dogs of Hell waiting for me.
You've left your mark,
as deep as can be.