Can they see the real me? The real me who is broken and hurt,struggling for life inside my own body? The girl who finds comfort in self abuse?
Can they see that the only person who can even begin to understand how I feel lives half way across the world? That Im not even sure who my real friends anymore?
Can they see that Im not who I once was? That everyday Im being worn down,to where soon,there will be nothing left?
Can they see that the yelling and hate that is being thrown at me daily isn’t helping me condition?
Can they see that Im putting on a happy face just so they won’t ask me questions and probe me like I am something foreign and undiscovered? So that I can make them happy because Im hiding the fact I can’t even feel anything anymore?
Can they see any of it? Or are they just not looking hard enough?