I don't want to be the person,
Who watches realtionships begin in blind love and sour into tragedy,
To stand by and watch others have fun and feel jealous
Feel im better than them, because I have to suffer more
It makes me better than them, suffering more than them
Or does it
I'm the person who listens to all your problems
I'm the person who no one cares to ask, "can I help you? Are you okay?"
No, because all I'm here for is to help YOU
Because apparently I cant love someone
I was never treated unfairly
I'm the innocent one
I'm the second choice
The one overlooked
Don't you think it hurts?
Watching one of my closest friends choose you over me
But I've grown used to it
Each time you do it, its like a wound
My scars reminding me how many times you've done it
Reminding me you exist
You exist to put me through hell then bring me back
I almost seems like you do it on purpose,
to be so cruel
But your blind
Like you always are.