poems wrote through life to make things that we go through a little bit easier to swallow

"Never the right time to die" I thought to myself as I scattered out the pills on the table in front of me next to the bottle of rum I had brought in Guyana last year, "Waste not want not" I said to Synyster-blue one of my dogs he looked up at me with his big puppy dog eyes for a second before returning his attention back to his chew. Hello my name is Clara believe it or not I am a police officer working for the BTP British Transport police a year ago today me and my partner were attacked trying to break up a fight which had started on a bus at Notting hill carnival I was stabbed 3 times 1st To the shoulder which missed my stab vest and straight through my skin, 2nd To my leg hitting the top of my thigh missing my artery by centimeters and the 3rd was to my face which has left me with a hideous scar the length of my cheek from eye socket to my jaw. This attack left me fighting for my life. I fought to survive to save my partner I fought to live. Now I wake up everyday and wish to die, I ask God every morning" Why have I woken up? What more do you want from me?" God has yet to answer. Hello everyone, as some of you will be aware I am dyslexic but that doesn't stop me fulfilling my dream of being a writer! I would like to dedicate this book to all of my family, Who are no longer by my side instead but are safe my heart and will be until I die. This story was submitted for Watty awards 2019.