If I was gone would you really care,
If I left would it be like I was even there,
If my existence was a blip in the universe,
Would it even make anything worse

The second best friend of everyone I meet,
So determined not to taste bitter defeat,
Just an amalgamation of everyone’s personality traits,
With the irony being unoriginality is everything I hate

My ambition isn’t supported by anyone,
It’s been a while since I’ve been invited to anything fun,
Nobody even bothers anymore,
I see all my friends make plans without me while I stand in the door

In the end, everything I love is imaginary,
My boyfriend, my best friends, the people who care about me,
I would give everything for them to be real,
They are the only one who knows how my b l e e d I n g h e a r t truly feels