I cant tell if my family loves me I cant tell if my teachers really care I cant really tell if my mom stopped doing meth I cant tell if I want to see her again I cant tell if I should just starve myself to be skinny like the pretty girls I can't tell if I'm pretty I'm not sure if he really cares or I he ever did I can't tell if its getting better I cant tell if they can see my scars when I raise my hands I cant tell if anyone is going to read this I cant tell if I meant any of this at all Because tomorrow I'll throw on a smile and some dark colors and forget about the hundreds of fucking hardships I'll endure once I walk up the stairs to my apartment