|every time I look at you I go blind.|
(and its gonna shine right through your eyes)
what do you think this life is like?
(every time I look at you I go blind)
untitledThese problems matter,untitled by jokseh
but i'm the only one they matter to,
constant assurances of i believe in you
and i can't conceive of you
ever breaking down.
So what happens when i finally break,
give up, throw out the things i can't take,
when i leave and separate
from the people who were there?
turn away, it didn't happen,
don't face my pain because it isn't a bad one,
there's worse hurt in the world that you've heard of
so let's all say that i'm fine.
it's happened already, this slow, constant, steady
flow of people who ignore or trivialize
the things that i despise and can't handle,
try looking through my eyes to these bleak skies
that hover above me wherever i go.
and yet i stay, stay the same, never change,
sit at home on my own staring at my silently mocking phone,
playing games, earning fame and trophies
that aren't real,
it's all so phony, and lonely,
i've given up on hope that has so far left me alone.
these problems matter, adults say they'd rather be me than themselves,
put their job