Blessed

 Hidden behind those blinded eyes

Hides a scar, engraved deep inside,

Sour smiles and sugar-coated lies,

Opens a fresh wound of a bigger size.

Clawing in,

Pain grows its roots deeper.

Maybe I should get some help?

But sleep still seems cheaper.

With the two cents they all give me,

I’m still penniless,

Showerring in alterations,

The pressure leaving my nights sleepless.