I'm Only Doing The Humane Thing

Everything about you is a window
I can see everything, all of it
It's so goddamn obvious
But I can only just see it now

Sadness is your center
Your existence
Your mannerisms
Your noises
Your life

It all points to some greater thing behind you
Behind those eyes of yours

It all truly is pathetic
Pitiful
Lamentable

The way you cry
The way you kiddingly "act" sad or scared
The way you smile
The way you frown
The way your tears flow
The way you love cute things
(all of them are sadness, sometimes veiled with a thin smile)
The way you text
Even the way the buttons click on your pathetic little phone

It all reminds me of a stereotypical sad little girl
Who never did anything wrong
But is always let down
And doesn't even try anymore

You appreciate the most basic things
You act like they're extraordinary
That I listen
That I cry
That I care
Because not even the most basic things
Can be found in your miserable little life

How sad it must be
To be hated by those who are supposed to love you
To be hurt by those who are supposed to help you

And now you're rushing me off the computer
So that we can sleep on the phone

Because not even you
Pathetic, sad little you
Not even you
Who deserve nothing but wonders
Not even you
Who has been crushed all her life
Can enjoy a safe, peaceful sleep

I can see
The tears are always behind your eyes
And I will always have to know why

Author's Note

My Boyfriend wrote this for me one especially hard night.