It’s the first time you make me cry. You don’t even know why. I tell you that you triggered me but I might as well have been 6 feet under for you to listen to me.
It’s the second time you make me cry. You say you feel like you’re such a bad guy and sigh. I tell you that you left me waiting. You say it’s no big deal. I say obviously, for you, it’s okay but I don’t like to wait.
It’s the third time you make me cry. You don’t even notice cuz you weren’t looking my way that time. I tell you that you don’t get me. You lack what psychopaths lack and that’s empathy.
It’s the fourth and last time you make me cry. I tell you someone pushed me in public but you couldn’t care less. You pointed out my flaw before you heard why I was pressed.
