My Life...

I'm sure you don't know me,
nor ever will

I'm sure it would be hard to care,
so sit there and just be fair.

Once life was a part of me,
vanished into air,
I no longer see the brightness
only sadness and despair.

I wonder if they will ever know,
how my thoughts do go.

I'm slowly slipping in and out,
on this plane of doubt,
my heart is covered in steel,
for which there is no heal.

I see the look in the eyes,
of people passing by,
they wonder what is wrong with me,
and why i do not cry.