Cry

There are things that make you sad. Then there are things that make you cry.

People who just don't care make me cry.

Those who I thought were good people and gave a damn, but apparently do not - they make me cry.

I do not cry because of me, but because of you.

Because I cannot understand why you do what you do.

And so I say goodbye. To someone, who is obviously not paying any attention. At all.