Why doesn't she love me?

Why do I love her?

It makes no sense.

I've been told me whole life that me loving her is wrong. 

So why do I?

My feelings must be wrong.

I've tried ignoring her, but it has taken its toll.

I don't eat, I don't sleep.

I just think of how I want to be with her. 

No one can know. 

I shall hide the secret, and hide myself. 

I can't go on. 

I'm a living shell. 

This closet of secrets is killing me.

No more will I hide in its shadows.

I will just become a shadow now.

I give up. 

Stepping back now I can see.

I see that she couldn't love me, and no matter how much I wanted her to she wouldn't. 

It was as much who she was as it was who I was. 

If only I could tell her.