Suicide Poem number 173

It’s a terrible day
A terrible day
To be here
When all I really want to be
Is there

It’s an awful shame
It’s an awful pain in the arse
I am counting the sheep and the blades of grass

It’s a bad time to be
It’s a bad time to be stuck up a tree in the middle of nowhere
Chasing my tail
Wishing my life away

A terrible day
To be working not very hard
To be in and out of focus
Like a bad photographer
Like a small frog
Hopping across the studio lawn in the middle of the night

A terrible day
In my terrible life

A terrible terrible
Terrible day

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