Unreciprocated

A few incidents happened these past few weeks made me feel unreciprocated. Does the word even make sense? As long as I know what it means I'm satisfied.

Things don't always go as planned.
Surely everyone knows that.
Surely everyone experienced it.
Surely everyone learned something from it.

But unreciprocated means something else.
Something I don't wish to be petty about.
Something I don't wish to spell every letter out.
Something I don't wish to feel and be guilty about.

What I just want... what I just want.
Is for you to know me.
Is for you to understand.
Is for you to walk in my shoes.

Chasing emptiness,
staring blankness,
hoping.
experiencing loneliness,
living darkness,
unreciprocated.