"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.