Pressure

So much pressure in my life,
To do the best and succeed.
To be the bestest friend,
And be there when in need.
I'm supposed to be strong for my friends,
Who go through trauma and drama.
But what about me?
I live a stressful life.
My mother drinks and drinks,
And hits me too.
Where can I look to for help?
Better yet ... who?
My friends are not there,
They don't even care.
They just walk right past,
Or respond with an "Oh".
And move on with their lives,
While I stay behind.
Broken.