Sufrir por ser alguien no querida

Dices que sufres y lo haces como asegurando que nadie más lo hace, que nadie puede sentir lo mal que te sientes. Pero sabes qué? Yo también sufro, yo también pienso que mi vida apesta. Pero además pienso que no le importo a nadie, que no soy la prioridad de ninguna persona en este puto mundo, y sabes qué? Eso duele, eso sí que duele. Saber que nadie escucha tus problemas y tener que guardártelos para ti. Saber que la gente a tu alrededor tiene tiempo para cualquiera menos para tí. Eso si es sufrimiento.

I won't be ok in the morning...

but I'm good at faking. Or they're really good at ignoring it.
I don't think I deserve this. Why do I have to feel so alone? They only talk to me to ask for help. But when I need someone, who's there? Exactly, no one.

"Friends"

I've got horrible friends. They know I'm always on twitter, they freaking know it, yet they just give me call 1 hour before they go out, even thought my phone doesn't work most of the time; and they know it, they should know it.
So you have time to tweet you're about to go out and have fun but you don't have time to tweet me if I wanna come? It's like you don't want to see me. Like hey, I've got a bunch of friends here, I made the superhard effort to call you, if you didn't answer, that's not my problem, you know. You can't get mad at me, you freaking can't.
And you know what? I'm hurt, I'm freaking hurt because it's not that you don't want to see me, it's that you don't need to see me now that you have other friends. Well, I hope you remember this when you need me.