Stuck

Rhymes from the rocks and hard places I find myself in. The piece has reached a state where it's more or less done, but I don't really wish to continue it.

Is my heart a fool,

or does it just live in one?

Are my eyes behind wool,

or am I just dumb?

What point is there

in my love

If it leaves my hands bare

and my body just numb?

Even if I tried to open a door,

it wouldn't matter

As no one is ever there

At best, my pupils just scatter

I'm told I look for grades

when I search for a mate

I guess it is the same

Since they've the same failure rate

You could only lie to say

My chest isn't full of trash

If you think I am wrong,

then it's blood and broken glass

Author's Note

Opinions welcome. Stanza four's meaning changes a little bit if you know me personally (though you don't).