Why can he read me?

Why can he read me?

Like a book open on the ground,

I fumble with my words,

And search for this light not found,

I hate the way he looks at me,

And makes me want to cry,

Like he knows just what im thinking,

And everything that's trapped inside,

These words are all I have tonight,

To ease this pain i feel,

And even though its all I know,

I cant explain why it feels so real,

He sits me down to talk to him,

And I admit i want to die,

But when he starts reading me,

I really just want to cry,