I know you wouldn't choose to save me. I mean, why would you?

Always so strong, always laughing, always finding a way out of everything. That's me, so I should've known you wouldn't choose to save me.

I should have known by now, that in a room filled with everyone you've met in your life; behind your school friends, your old friends, your parents, your relatives, your teachers, your siblings.

Only then would I come in.

I've known you for 8 years now, and not Once have I ever felt you'd save me.

With a gun to my head, with a bomb strapped to my body, with my head underwater. If you had to choose between me and anyone else, I know you wouldn't save me.

I know, so why does it still hurt whenever it happens?

I know that only in my eyes are we precious childhood friends, that only in my eyes, is this friendship of ours precious.

But in a room with everyone you've ever met held captive, even acquaintances, I've now come to believe it is still me you'd save last.

Always strong, Always smiling, always finding a way out of any danger. That's who you see.

Always pretending, always crying, always never enough.

That's the me I see.

And honestly, I just wish to meet someone who would choose me. 
 

That even if I'm strong, even if I'm always laughing, smiling, joking around? That even if I'm perfectly capable of running away...

They'd still save me.