Just a Sad Dad

A stupid poem written while semi-suicidal late one evening. Neighbors invited me over to watch a movie but did so without me.

Here I am
And there you are
We live so close
But feel so far

I feel so sad
I'm in a rut
I know it's bad
But I still cut

It's not because I have a crush
Or drink too much, I'm not a lush
It's just because I'm so alone
Despite two great kids in my home

So why would I prefer to bleed
Instead of cracking book to read
Since my tears won't fall like rain
I choose to let my blood just drain

Some day I'll let it all leak out
Like warm red water from a spout
Which my lonely bed will soak
Till I'm found by some poor bloke

Who'll have to break it to my kids
And tell them what their dad just did
That he chose the coward's way out
They shouldn't cry or even pout

Their better off without him there
Sitting sadly in his chair
Or crying alone in his room
Craving rest in deaths cold tomb

It's time he left this harsh world's pain
And let his blood flow from his veins
So that his kids could find their joy
While still a girl and little boy

I may not say a last goodbyes
And see the tears flow from their eyes
I'll quietly leave this lonely place
To spare you from your dad's sad face.