Jun 2016
Hammered
I sit here wanting to cry;
I definitely know why.
I feel like I want to die,
Others see a smile on my face,
But it's just a lie.
Why does life hammer me so much?
I turn to alcohol as a crutch.
Why do I feel so sad?
I no longer do things that make me glad.
Must I forever endure this strife?
Is it possible to once again enjoy life?
I sit here wanting to cry;
I definitely know why.
I feel like I want to die,
Others see a smile on my face,
But it's just a lie.
Why does life hammer me so much?
I turn to alcohol as a crutch.
Why do I feel so sad?
I no longer do things that make me glad.
Must I forever endure this strife?
Is it possible to once again enjoy life?
I struggle with guilt and sadness over my son's suicide. I am thankful for my supportive wife and two wonderful daughters that love me. This was written during my depression following my son’s death. It took me 2 years to get over it.
