pathetic

I see everyone around me who's in love and they have their own person I, for one do not I feel alone unseen, unheard. unnoticed I mean come on be honest who wants a girl whose scars are noticeable because they turn purple in the cold who gets overly excited for things they love and who would give anything to make the other happy its pathetic i'd put you first before me even if i'm one foot in the grave even if I'm running out of air to breathe I'd give you my last breath if it meant you love me you could hold a gun to my head and i'd be more worried about a cut on your hand then you trying to kill me I guess that's how my pathetic brain is wired. others are always first