You knew it was bad. You knew that I was at my wits end. You knew I was crying myself to sleep. You knew I was in pain. You knew I was tired. I was done. You knew and you did nothing. You watches as I lost who I was. I skipped school, I stopped caring, stopped going to therapy. And you knew the entire time. You called me an addict. You called me destructive. You told me that I was toxic and a terrible person. I was struggling. You knew I was struggling. You didn't offer any help. You didn't even care. You watched me slowly die inside. And you did nothing. Yet you claimed to love me.
