I want you to know.

I don't like to hear you're crying. Or cried.

I don't like to see you crying.

I don't like to see your trembling hands.

I don't like to see you helpless.

But I'll be happy if you showed me your true feelings.

Because then I'll feel like I'm close enough to you to see you.

But that's ok. I know I'm not close enough and I know you don't really care about me.

(Hear me laugh)

I'm verbally abused, physically abused.

(Hear me laugh)

So when you see me cry I hope you do something.

Make me happy with false kindness.

Show me that you care (when you don't).

And feed me truth that are sweet lies.