Poetry Rant/Vent(ing)

I don't know

"Are you ok?"
"Did you sleep well?"
"How was your day?"
I don't know.
Can you stop asking these things?
You make it harder to breathe.
I don't wanna know what life brings.
"But you can only half see."
Does it matter? I still cry like you.
Does blindness make me a fool?
Yet you're ignorant, and the one to blame.
You are the one that caused this pain.
You say you don't like me and thats ok,
so why wont you stay away?
I feel like throwing up and my head is splitting.
Just as your twirling your thumbs as you are sitting, you aren't the only problem that I'll be spitting.
There are many more that make me have issues, but please, no sympathy or tissues.
Ill be perfectly fine, surely I will.
I don't know.
Depends on sitting still.