Ironically
I think i am no one's favorite person
I don't think anyone likes me
I think i just exist
no one wants me
wants to love me
wants to care for me.
Therapy tells you
that you have to love yourself
but isnt that lonely
i have always had to do it by myself
time has shown me
over and over again that
I always have to choose myself
no one fucking chooses me
i always have to make myself happy
wipe my tears
Rest my head on my own should
be my cheerleader
love me with my whole heart
Whats the real defination of
being independant
when that's what you have always been.
Always had to give myself the love
I deserve
Always had to be proud of myself
Always cheer myself on.
It is just because
no one is able to love me
An incomplete.
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