life less necessary

the cost of living's got so high,
just tear me down until i die.
skyline's a splinter in my eye,
it rains blood when i cry.

i may be wrong, and i may be crazy.
but everyday i give thanks.
i've been spared this lust for chains.
and barbs to dig into my children's backs.

so i caught myself thinking about
my daughter's face.
she's got these deep blue eyes.
she's got her mother's face.

caught myself living without
these things i need.
i've got this deep, deep wound.
i've let it fester and bleed.