2003 was supposed to be for me
A year of hope,
Cheer
And prosperity
But as it's turned out
It's brought me nowt
Just a kick up the bum
And the ability to shout
I've run out of luck
I'm stuck in a rut
These days I feel
Like just giving up
I think I'll shoot myself
Jump a cliff, slit my wrists
Whatever I choose
Will be better than this
But with my luck lately
The bullet will miss!
No joy no more, no excitement in life
I wonder how sharp IS this kitchen knife?
Disjointed – Photo taken by me in Zion National Park, Utah, with permission from the National Park Service.
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Mental Notes
PoetryI started to write poetry to get me through some difficult years as a teenager and young adult. Looking back, writing helped me through a period of depression, only recognized some years later. With writing, once the words hit the paper, they lost t...
