Pretty When You Cry

    You're so pretty when you cry.  So pretty.  Like a flower, like a diamond, like gold, like spring like a picture.  Like a dance.  When you cry, you're so pretty.  I like making you cry.  I like the way your tears streak your cheeks and the way your sobs choke you.  I am sick and I can't help it.  You're just so pretty when you cry, so pretty.

    I see you every time too.  Every time you cry, I'm watching and enjoying it.  You're so lovely.  Why can't you be pretty when you don't cry?  If you were pretty all the time, then I could love you.  Then everyone else could love you.  Who loves you now?  Only when you cry...

    They only love you when you cry.

    Because you're so pretty when you cry.  That's the only time when anyone loves you.  Because it all that outer beauty stuff that everyone sees.  You never let anyone see inside anymore.  If there's anything left inside anymore.  There's nothing left.  Nothing left for them to love.  They can't love you.  They can't hurt you either.  You're only loved when you're pretty.  You're only pretty when you cry.

    Why didn't you let them in?  You want them to love.  You want them to see you.  You want them to hurt you.  And then you want to cry.  You like it when they make you cry.  Because you're so pretty when you cry.

    You're so pretty...

    ...you hate me?

    You hate you.  I like making you cry.  Pretty--

    CRASH.