My judgement has never been more clouded,
too many thoughts and my mind is crowded.
To the naked eye I am invisible,
for you think you see me happy when in fact I am miserable.
I breath in the day and exhale in the night,
as the day grows old so does my sight.
Was it me being naive or blind?
To act with my heart when I should listened to my mind.
Numb to emotions who needs them?
I will surely be the last one who feeds them.
There is a fine line between hope and despair,
I wouldn't think as such if life were to be fair.
I walk the path that fate has chose,
quick to the open door that seems to always close.