Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Proud

You are proud when I hunger and skip meals
You are proud when my blisters bleed through my socks from running
You are proud when I bottle everything up inside
Saving my tears for the pillow
You are proud when I pour into others though my cup has been long since dry
You are proud when I kill myself with overtime
You are proud when I don't eat
You are proud when I burn myself out
You are only proud of me when I break myself down
When I hurt
You are never really proud of me
You are proud that I am becoming more of the daughter you wished I was.