An open letter.

I got caught up in making a mess
Out of every situation my wife tried to redress
I was out of control, but splendidly dressed
But it wasn't really like this at all
I was sick all the while, just so deeply depressed
It felt like a gunshot wound ached in my chest
And dandy or not, I did nothing to impress
I was drowning in my own sloth, baiting The Fall

I am so sorry to everyone I let down
I wanted to live the perfect life
To make an attempt at a meaningful life
I lost it all in a day
I have no sympathy for those who have none for others
But the rest of us can pull together and help each other
All of us are sisters and brothers
In a very real way.

I'm sorry to the people I hurt as I lost my way.