Blind.

They more I try, the more I'm denied.
They give me more time, they plead for more tears.
I die inside, I cry and cry.
They let me down, when I'm picked up.
I feel the ground, It's cold, and slimy.
It's how I feel, as you pull in the reel.
I'm not sure what's true, as long as I rue.
The lies are told, I am withhold.
I can't stand it, you call me the bandit.
I'm a thief of life, mine, I cannot strife.
I'm done now, can't see the sun now.
Blocking you out, the only way to live my life.