This is coming from the girl who has no choice.
There was no choice since the day God thought of making me.
If there was I wouldn't be here
I wouldn't think of myself.
I couldn't see my own future and put me here to bear it.
Or if I did, I'd change everything about myself.
Desperate to the point that my friends look forced.
They're pity friends.
"She looks lonely, maybe I should be her friend"
And the pity party begins.
But i'd rather be alone, lonely than pitied.
Leave if you please,
Please
Spare me the fun and chatter and go on.
I'd rather be cold, dead hungry and in a pool of my own tears
Than having no choice but to be your friend.
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