So Far

Today

so far

I don’t want to kill myself

or anybody else.

It’s a start, right?

Baby steps.

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,

doesn’t it?