I was never really

I was never really alone,
But loneliness never obeyed that rule.
Even in the sea of people,
My heart weeps with the fear of woe.

I was never really abandoned,
But feelings were more real.
Just as every action carries a motive,
Yours were surreal.

I was never really emo,
But faces tell the truth better than words.
Every word I wrote,
Seems to confirm it more.

I was never really purged into depths of despair,
But the heart knows the best.
Just when I thought everything's okay,
The past haunts me again.