If the room were to burst into flames and there were others in the room I would be the one left inside.....
Even now I can feel the burns and smell the melted flesh .
Would you save me ?
Would I be your first thought?
No I suppose not .
feeling ugly unwanted , those who say they love me walk away , it's okay I'm so use to it by now doesn't hurt as much anymore.
Stings , burns , aches , and I can feel the numbness take over.
Trust in humanity close to being gone.
Would I be missed if I vanished ?
Would anyone notice if I disappeared ?
Tears well in my eyes streaking across my face as I face the truth ....
I'm a stepping stone , a second thought , my important in someone's life is only measured by the importance of how well I distract them till the one they really want is available or makes their presence know.
I'm getting close to accepting the truth I will never truly be wanted or loved the way others love so passionately. After all you can't really give your heart to someone like me if you want it to belong to someone else...
Throat closing from fighting back the tears. I know I will always be last or second choice I just need to either accept that or let go of it all ..........
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