You always ask if i'm ok, but whether my response is negative or positive is rather mute given you don't seem to care.
But you still ask if i'm ok, without fail you inquire about my well-being without intention to perceive.
Don't I not look ok? Does my happiness not creep through the cracks of my skin or do I fail to hide my wounds?
My mind often wonders, my personality often changes and without doubt I was bound to lose you too.
I didn't expect it to be so soon, I had hoped you would at least try but like everyone else, you gave up on me.
Eventually, everyone gives up on me, eventually everyone leaves so to save myself, I started pushing.
