You never asked, but I wasn’t doing well.

You never asked, but I really needed help.

The help of my best friend.

You never asked, but I needed you.

You were supposed to be there for me.

I was supposed to feel safe with you.

I wasn’t supposed to be judged for every flaw,

Insulted for every weakness.

You never asked, but you gave me one of my mind’s favorite quotes.

“Did you even eat?”

I don’t know how many times that’s replayed in my mind.

The disdain.

The disgust.

The exasperation.

Just four words told me how you felt about my problems.

You never asked, but I want you to explain.

Is skipping meals an annoyance to you?

Do you see me as a child throwing a temper tantrum?

Are you ashamed to know me?

Would you be humiliated to talk to a girl who thinks about dying?

Do you see me as a freak for hating myself?

Would it be easier for you if I died?

_Would you be embarrassed to have considered me a friend?_

Sorry! I got a little carried away.

I don’t mean that, of course.

No, I’m fine.

Our friendship is fine!

Nevermind what I said,

Let’s go sit in silence as I break inside.

You never asked, but I’m slowly dying when I try to make us work.