I thought about it for a while.

I imagined the end, and I pictured who you all would hold onto.

You each had someone to hold, and someway to be held.

I wondered about myself. Who would hold me?

And I realized, I had no one. 

Because I would never be the first choice, I would be--perhaps not replaced but--forgotten. Forgotten while you chose someone else for those final moments. Left aside, to face it by myself. No one would stay with me, no one would have room. But you know what? I don't blame them. It's nothing I did, it's just that I rely on everyone else; that I tag along with everyone else; that I need everyone and no one needs me.