Dear Reader - Everything Is Caving

Why is it that sadness doesn't make a sound?
I don't want you around
I gave you all I had, then you swiftly gave it back
I don't know what you want

Everything is caving, falling into ruin
Everybody learns
We spend most our lives just picking up the mess
But there is never less

A broken little boy from the window where he fell
I did not love him well
If Jesus is my friend then I don't know where he went
With the heart that he stole

I look in your eyes and there I see
A version of me I'd like to meet
While lying alone inside the dark
Wondering what our lives are for
I must cut them out and zip them up
In the palms of my hands so I can look
Whenever I feel like giving up
But then you'd be blind so I must stop