There’s a saying,

If you were in a room,

With everyone you’ve ever known,

Would anyone pick you?

Would anyone look specially for you?

Would anyone want to find you?

Want to stand by your side,

And say I pick her?

When I can’t sleep,

And the ceiling is the only thing I can see,

I think about that,

And I wonder would anyone pick me?

And I don’t think they would.

I go through all the candidates,

And I always find someone else for them.

Then I met Her.

And everything changed.

She looked for me at school,

And texted me if I wasn’t there.

She helped me when I needed it,

And hugged me when I was down.

Then when I couldn’t sleep,

And the ceiling was the only thing I could see,

And I thought about it,

I thought she would pick me.

She left,

And told me I wasn’t enough.

And now when I can’t sleep,

And the ceiling is the only thing I can see,

I wonder,

Who’s left to trust?