Self-Deprecation
I hate how I'm no one's best friend
No one's first pick
I try so hard, maybe that's it
Still...
I hate how I'm gay
Depressed
Led myself astray
How could anyone ever me, when no one can ever handle me?
Everyone was right
This is 100% my fault
I did it all to myself
Yet, I try to stop
But nothing seems to help
I want so badly to give up
So, so much
But, like Shawn Mendes,
It just isn't in my blood
Why can't I get better
Or finally just give up?
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