Feeling really depressed
I'm running out of breath
I'm always second best
And it's getting to my head.
I always say I'd rather be dead
And I've never said something that I never meant

I'm the one who gets abandoned when something better comes along
People use me for entertainment, and no, I don't think that's wrong
That's all I am, something to use
This poem has me in my feelings, making me blue
Crying, because who am I to you?
Just one of those many toys from which you get to pick and choose?
I'm a fool,

Thinking you actually care
Telling me you love me? Don't you dare.
I've been hurt badly enough not to believe that ****
It's like my heart's a puzzle, and there are pieces amiss

It's like my heart is spilling on these pages as I write this poem,
It's been quite a while since I've truly felt "at home".
I feel like a stranger in a foreign land
I say I can save myself, but I don't really think I can