Don't tell me nothings wrong
that you're just tired
and then ignore me.
Don't tell me that there's nothing going on
that you just had a bad day
and then just stop talking about it.
Don't tell me there's nothing I've done
that it's all good,
and then treat me like I don't exist.

Don't f*cking do that.
Because that hurts more than the truth.
Being ignored hurts more than saying it to the face.
Silence hurts more than words.

So get yourself together and tell me what it is,
because soon I won't have the energy to try to figur that out anymore.

Because if it's me,
if I did something,
please just tell me.