Why

Why look at me with eyes of pity?
Is it because I walked into the party alone?
Becasue my hands started to shake as you spoke?
Or old scars lining my arms that showed today?

Why do you speak with me?
Is it because we went to the same highschool?
Because I tried to turn away when I saw you?
Or a voice that shook when I tried to respond?

Why listen to what I say?
Is it because you pity my past?
Because I once said no one else does?
Or is it just a joke to you?

Why waste your time on me?
Is it because you knew me before I was broken?
Becasue we were once close?
Or you want to be close again?