I Can't Breathe

You don't get it

"I'm sorry. It must be hard, I get it- "

"You get what? Do you walk with your head faced down because you can't look anyone in the eye? Do you feel as though you're endlessly bleeding from the inside like your heart has ultimately been replaced by a black hole, eating everything and yet is still not satisfied and still so hollow? Or is it that you wake up every morning just so that you can look in the mirror and curse at your reflection? Because I hate mine. I hate her. I hate the way she looks They way she speaks. The way she smiles so much. It's disgusting. So, do you? Because if you don't, then I really don't know how you could possibly ever 'get it'."