​Another.

Must be nice to have someone, To have someone to call your’s.

Never was anyone’s first choice, Neither will I ever be one. Hopes get crushed, Deams get buried, shit. This sounds so shit.

What is this? What is this feeling of embarrassment? Why is this feeling of embarrassment? I don’t get it, I don’t get why- Why won’t she choose me? Why didn’t he choose me… Why i am never chosen, Why am I always the one left behind? Why am I the only person standing alone? Why can’t I pity myself? Why can’t I just talk about this? Why can’t I feel this way? Why? Oh why? Why does this hurt so much that I can’t feel anything anymore? Why is it so intense that the only way to cope is to pretend that it doesn’t exist? Even tho every moment I’m reminded of it, Every moment I’m reminded of the piercing pain of it all. Why must it be this way?