♤ No, because you're not the one who was there when I had my first panic attack.
No, because you're not the one who was there when I was dealing my ED.
No, because you're not the one was there when I was praying to a God I didn't believe in to "please fix my family. Make us happy so then they would love me" or when it changed to "why?"
No, because you're not the one who was there when I was staying up night after night, crying my eyes out until I completely shut down and went numb.
No, because you're not the one who was there when I had to suppressed parts of me to be better liked
No, because you're not the one who was there when multiple times I could have ended it all and almost did.
No, because you're not the one who was there to help me mourn.
No, because you're not the one who was there when everything fell apart.
No, because you're not the one who was ever there for me.
I was. Me.
You weren't there for anything. You didn't even know. No one knows what I've held myself together through and I'm still trying to figure out what I did it for. Because it sure as hell wasn't for you.









