For years to come I'll remember those days,
Days into nights into days, just a haze,
When food was scarce, conversation less,
And sympathetic glances with whispers of 'bless'.

Dissaproving looks, murmurs and tutts,
Having to smoke discarded butts,
When all I wanted was a chat and a smile,
And all I received was behaviour so vile.

If only they knew the heartache and pain,
The desperation deep down, the pain, the drain,
Of fighting each day and making it through,
And willing to gain a break from the blue.

No family, no children, nobody to love,
Monotonous scenes when push comes to shove,
How did it happen? The decline, the fall?
The only way out? To finish it all?

For years to come I'll remember those days,
The days and nights are still just a haze,
But now somewhere happy that I do reside,
So how did I get here? That's for you to decide....