I don’t think I’m anyone’s first choice
I never have been
They pick me last in everything
For as long as i remember I’ve been following people in hope they’ll like me
My mind strategizes
My heart screams
There’s blood on the cold floor
When did I end up here?
I’m not anyone’s favorite person
I watch everyone around me instinctively go to their person
I stand here alone in the void
Carefully waiting
The scars on my arm counting the days
They can tell me that they care and I mean a lot to them, but I know they will always choose someone else over me
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 2:33 PM UTC
I don’t think I’m anyone’s first choice
I never have been
They pick me last in everything
For as long as i remember I’ve been following people in hope they’ll like me
My mind strategizes
My heart screams
There’s blood on the cold floor
When did I end up here?
I’m not anyone’s favorite person
I watch everyone around me instinctively go to their person
I stand here alone in the void
Carefully waiting
The scars on my arm counting the days
They can tell me that they care and I mean a lot to them, but I know they will always choose someone else over me
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