You don't ask me how I'm feeling, or if I'm happy. You don't ask about school because deep inside you don't actually care. As long as I'm excelling, it doesn't matter if it destroys me. You don't ask me about me, and you are the blindest person in my life. I could be hanging by a thread, one millimeter  away from crashing, and you wouldn't' even guess. You wouldn't notice because you don't care. I wonder how that's possible, that this is what we became; instead of being my support system you have become the 1 person who destroys me just a little more every single day. Don't you see that I'm not okay? Don't you see that my voice shakes as we speak? Don't you see that telling me I look horrible made me reach for a cigarette, to burn off more flesh of my fat arms. They say that mothers always know, that there's some magic connection between a mum and her kid, but you don't know me. You don't feel me at all. Don't you realize that you're killing me?