“We didn’t know you were still struggling/ struggling that much” the music I listen to that ik damn well u hear, the way ik it eating as much, the way u go quiet, im in my room more and more secluded, my eyes, im more tired than normal, im always wearing baggy clothes, im acting more sad, avoiding mental health and eating conversations, uncomfortable around mom, need therapy and asked for it before u knew i self harmed and h didn’t listen to me asking the first time, quieter not as chaotic, the bags under my eyes, the way i don’t come out of my room when dinner’s ready and you’ve resorted to yelling at me