She didn't see the scratches on my arms. She didn't see the tears in my eyes. She didn't hear me as I told her what he said to me. She didn't hear me as I told her how bad it was. She didn't hear as I begged her to listen to me. She saw my fake smiles. She heard my lies as I gave up when she didn't listen. She asks me why I don't smile and doesn't care about the answer. She says we're friends but sometimes I wonder if she even cares about me at all.
