Am I overfilled with emptiness...?

Sometimes a paper lies in front of you
And a pen sits still in your hand
But the only thing on the paper
Are wet drops of tears
Falling from the heart

These lies,
Are what keep me from falling.

But these lies,
Might also break me.

Lonely thoughts always find a place in my mind

Your actions
Are like a bold pen.
Never erasable.
Always visible.

My first true love...
We met through lies
I went on a date,
To my very own surprise

My first true love
We had flirted times before
Nothing serious
Of that I thought I was sure

My first true love
Didnt occupy a thought in my mind
For I didnt see
He was exactly my kind

My first true love
Helped the real me outside
And loved me forever
Even as the fake me died

I want to know,
If I let go of everything.
Who would be scarred?