A computer screen blinking back

at a blank face and a blank night

flashes of tragedies within an instant

and it doesn't scare you like it should

I sit a few houses down, falling to pieces

my computer screen blinks back

and I cry the world's tears onto the keys

you soak up the blood with your eyes

and yet nothing falls from them

the pain filters into your skin

and doesn't leave a bruise

here I sit, falling to the ground

aching with pain and wanting

it to go away

and for you, it was never 

really even here

it wasn't your problem

just another story

clicked away as quickly

as it appeared in front of your face

but not in your mind.