Now that I think about it, my life hadn't been a good one.
I lost my "soulmate" to death's inviting hands
A girl absent of sanity who I liked tried to make me a monster
I need pills of many colors to continue my body's everyday functions
I've lost ten years worth of green somehow
I've even thought of ending this "life" at one point
But....I've gotten better, at least gotten used to those misfortunates that I got...a sense of humor, you can say
And hey, I'm still here, right? Things might improve...perhaps. If not, I can face it laughter this time...