Of Love Unfelt

I desperately want to know of this love
And in my life love feel.
If only their affections were real
And there was truth in the love they spoke of!

At times I wonder if they comprehend
The sadness they inflict on my heart
By the way they've turned lying into an art;
My soul pleads for it to come to an end.

If only they had one glance to see
The way their actions deal me a terrible blow
And fill me with such a great sorrow,
Perhaps then they would no longer lie to me.

If I knew not one of them I'd be free, I say - free!
For my joy they ruthlessly steal away
And yet they are still bold enough to say
How they love me and care about me.

Yet I wonder if I could even survive on my own -
For even the false sentiments they have shoved
In my face, at times, make me feel like I am loved.
I contemplate this: Would it be better or worse to be alone?