I'm not anyone's first choice
And that's what really kills me inside
My friends would choose one of their closer friends
My mom would choose my dad
My dad would choose my mom
My sister would choose her boyfriend
My brother would choose his daughter
And who would I choose?
My crush
But she'd never choose me first
She'd only ever think of me as a friend
And I'd never be her first choice of a friend
So I'm basically uncared for
And no one notices
Because they would all like to think that they would choose me first
But they're just saying that so that they don't feel guilt
So they don't feel as though they've betrayed me
So that they don't feel bad
When, in fact, they haven't done anything wrong
This doesn't phase me
I'm used to being ignored my whole life
When I felt lonely when my whole family paid loads of attention to my niece
My nieces mother was the one to notice
Not my own family
And that's just wrong
But I'm used to it
And everyone who "cares" about me hates that I am
But I guess it's the sad, sad truth
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Feelings
PoetrySome poetry about my depression, self harm, being suicidal, and social anxiety that I've written. *TRIGGER WARNING* This book of my poetry is not to support or glorify self harm, suicide, or mental illnesses such as depression and social anxiety in...