I’ve always wanted to read your mind. I’ve always wanted to know what you think of me and what the answer to my question is despite what you outwordly say. I’ve always thought that if I could know what you’re thinking, I could be better friends with you.
But if I could read your mind, would it make me cry? The things you think and the secrets you keep locked away. Like the fact that you don’t like me the same way or that you hate your abusive parents. The insults you aim towards yourself and the hatred you feel for your exsistence.
I don’t have to be able to read your mind in order to hear your pain. And I know that if I could read your mind, it would make me cry.