"How are you?"
"Fine...." Of course I'm not fine. Look at
me. Really look at me...
Can you see the circles under my eyes from
the little sleep I got last night?
Can you see how my eyes are puffy, red,
and swollen from crying myself to sleep?
Do you see how I didn't even brush my hair this
morning and how awful I look?
Do you see how my wrists are covered in bandages to hide
the cut marks underneath?
Can you see how my friends behind me are glaring at you
and making sure you won't hurt me like this ever
again?
NO.... Because if you
really did love me... you would
notice.