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 onto 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.