One Bad Day

One bad day in a bad week at the end of a bad year,

Sat alone in an empty flat with an empty bottle of beer

Looking back it seemed like there would never be an end

No respite nor hope when the bottle was my only friend

A memory of escape via a bath with a door

Blood mixed with water as it spilled to the floor

Moving on I see colour seeping through the black

Love found and a life that got back on track

Growing old with children laughing and calling me dad

Forgetting that times were ever that bad

Seeing all the lives I improved and the people I touched

All the friends and family that loved me so much

But colours fade and I'm back in the bath with little blood left

I'll never feel the love in my future because on a bad day I chose death