The speaker sounds like someone who has learned to survive by shutting down. The opening lines read like a set of rules: show nothing, say nothing, don't even meet anyone's eyes. The poem suggests the speaker feels used by people who treat them as something they want but don't care to handle gently, and that what passes for "love" here is hollow, which is why the word sits in quotation marks.
The most painful moment comes when the speaker asks whether they told someone they wanted to die, and whether that person took it seriously. The answer seems to be laughter, and the speaker's bitter "HAHAHAH, I knew it" sounds like someone expecting to be dismissed and getting proven right. The ending turns inward: others don't know the speaker, and the speaker doesn't fully know themselves either. The mood is lonely, numb and quietly bitter, made rawer by the plain, slightly broken English that makes it feel unpolished and honest.