Beautifully Blind

Well I'm a dreamer without real dreams, I hide in the lines that my hand writes, yes they might be not much but that's who I am, always on the edge of freedom but in constant backing out, truth to be told my heart yearns for that reaching hand but it shall never reach it, just long enough to feel it on the tip of my fingers, I’ll be worse than dead if my hand reach in the darkness and didn’t feel any warmth meeting them, I never wish to be left alone for that hurts a lot..
my worse fear is embarrassing myself or let my guard fall down in the presence of loved ones for I never wish to pain them or make them worry, but if you’re my friend then know that I worry so much for you and if you’re in pain I consider it as mine to the point I can’t sleep at night.. this is just a brief look about me.