I don’t want to kill myself
or anybody else.
It’s a start, right?
Each step I take
is a step away from the psych ward,
from the prison,
from a house stained with hatred,
from dirt and filth and mice,
from a gay wife
who uses my paychecks for sustenance,
from a million women who ignore me,
from a world of pain and suffering,
heartbreak and loss.
I’m not sure where I’m going
but it has to be better than here,