Happy Now?

Poem By Alexander Downie

'Have you ever been depressed she asked'?
What she meant was, are you depressed.
A question that knocks the wind from your gut,
a bloody, brutal, obvious answer written in eyes.

Fifty years of surviving, staying strong, making others secure,
trampled in a gutter of lies, deceit and rejection, what fucking cure.
No focus or visualisation will lead to an end when there is no remorse,
perhaps a rope, a gun, pills or a tall building, can't be much worse!

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