You don’t have to blind not to see,
It’s about being lost.
This is one problem for me,
Still, being blind comes with a cost.

When I loved someone,
To hold someone so dearly,
To think love shined like the sun,
I’ve been hurt severely.

To feel at the bottom,
And to have been cut real deep,
To have been rejected by every column,
I wanna be put to sleep.

To not see what is coming,
To see nothing but black,
Why does he have to be so cunning?
Just put a knife to my neck.

nice poem