Wilted

Tulip

I am everyone's friend just no ones, friend.

Everything goes so well until there #1, their ride or die, their twin, their bestie, walks in the room. Then it's like I don't exist. Like I'm not there. You know I've never had a best friend. Just a friend. Never been any boys first pick. I'm always the last to know. Always the one who finds out after it has happened. Always just there. It hurts. Like a bitch. 

I'm there for everyone else but who's there for me? No one. Why? I don't know. I don't know what's wrong with me and why I can't just have one person who thinks I'm great, that I'm special, that I'm one of a kind. Where's my person? Maybe I don't have one. I'll be lonely forever. I'll just be there. In the back round with a smile on my face...

Why stay on this earth when there's nothing here for me. Someone who is supposed to be alone forever shouldn't have to stay around people who find me worthless. Why stay? Maybe because I still have the smallest hope someone out there cares... This is why I'm a stupid piece of shit. This is why I'm losing my mind. I talk to myself for hours. I'm doing it right now. Hopefully I can go another year. Right now there's a beautiful I wanna see. Maybe it's the last thing I see. 

"No matter what, tulips won't be anyone's favorite ever."