It Begins

Blind

Animosity comes clean , with a hundred periods of time where i can feel less of a burden.

Burden me , i wanna see the ground move in the same motion as my heart , just so the inner core can break.

Too fucking blind , to show anyone my true potential.
Too fucking scarred , to even care anymore.

Tremble reborn , just like when i was a child , rejection obtained with a kick of PTSD.
Why even bother talking? Because they only want me to cator to their thoughts.

When was the last time an "are you okay"?. became genuine?

Too fucking blind , to show anyone i exist.
Too fucking broken , to even care anymore.

So , if I'm ungrateful , then you're inconsiderate , and if I'm boring , then you're full of shit.

I will not apologize for my misery , because every breakdown is for a reason
So if you can't handle it , then i don't need you anyway.