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Summary:

some nights are like this and you don’t know how to fix them

Notes:

this is... a rather heavy story. my apologies. i hope y'all enjoy it anyways - if not, oh well. i think it's neat

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some nights are like this and you don’t know how to fix them

sometimes you cry in your bed quiet quiet quiet stay quiet no one can know

softly lightly silent tears bite your arm so they stay that way

don’t bruise your arm but it happens anyways you can’t stop it

don’t make yourself bleed but you can’t help it

don’t leave a mark no one can know they'll know if you leave a mark so you can’t

cry quiet quiet quiet make yourself bleed bruise yourself hide it later because who cares

who would see your hurt and want to help who would see your hurt and care

but stay quiet quiet quiet don’t bother anyone don’t force them to care

they don’t need to know they don’t need to care

nights like tonight hurt you know you need help but who would be willing to give it

you know no one cares you know you can’t get help you probably don’t deserve it anyways

so cry quiet quiet quiet don’t make them feel like they need to help

but even when you cry quiet quiet quiet someone notices

it’s impossible and yet he’s there with you you’re bothering him yet he stays

he notices your tears your face is against his chest how could he not notice

he notices your blood your arm is around him how could he not notice

you refuse to bother him you cry quiet quiet quiet but he notices

he

he cares

he knows what nights like tonight are like he wants to help you

you don’t believe it he doesn’t want to help it’s impossible

no one cares about you he certainly shouldn’t be an exception

but he cares he cares he wants to help he holds you close and you cry more

it’s impossible he can’t care about someone like you but

but he doesn’t care about someone like you

he cares about you

and you cry quiet quiet quiet face in his chest hands in his hair

leaving tearstains on his shirt bloodstains in his hair yet he stays

he tells you he can get new shirts he can wash his hair he can cut his hair

but he can’t get a new wife

and you cry harder still quiet quiet quiet you can’t be his wife this isn’t right

no one loves you enough to care about your hurt why did he marry you

this can’t be right and yet it is you know he’s right you can’t comprehend it yet he’s right

how is this right how can he love you how how how why why why

how is anyone here with you why is anyone here with you

he’s willing to kiss away your tears to suffer through your crying your bleeding

why is he there why has he not left by now he knows who you are and he’s still there

he must have a reason for that but what is it why is he still there

he knows who you are and he’s still there

he knows who you are

he’s still there because he knows who you are

you can’t understand how but he knows who you are underneath

and he

he loves

he loves you for it

this can’t be right yet it is

he can’t be here yet he is

he’s right here right here always be here this is right

this is right

cry quiet quiet quiet because this is right this is true this is good

he knows you

he loves you

he cares

stop being quiet quiet quiet

trust me

he truly knows you truly loves you truly cares

he doesn’t want you to be quiet quiet quiet

just cry

cry

and it’ll be okay

it'll all be okay

you’ll be okay

you're okay

i promise

and so does he

Notes:

again, unfortunately, no direct muppets in the story itself (sorry, remy). but, the shirt (the one she was so worried about getting tearstains on) was a muppets t-shirt. you're welcome