it's killing me

No one sees my tears these days, no one is here to hold me. My dad is off doing who knows what, not caring what goes on here, he's preoccupied with a different life and has no idea what is going on with me. My mom is too busy trying to pick up the slack, too busy trying to be the perfect wife. And I hope and pray that will never happen to me, that I'll never become to busy and overwhelmed trying to be the perfect wife or girlfriend that I lose myself. Because my mom has lost herself, in one form or another, she doesn't know who she is anymore. God help me if that ever happens to me. And my brother is busy on his own doing what he wants. Then here I am, alone in this foreign room, no one taking any innitiative. And while this may seem petty, and it might be, I still hate it. When I cry, no one even knows and no one even cares. No one understands anything about me anymore, they are all too busy doing what they want or need to do, or what everyone thinks they should be doing. All I know is that I can't do this for much longer and I can't be away from you for much longer either.... it's killing me.