'' My Life's Not Worth Living '' Poem by Bri Mar

I've packed my bags,
I'm no longer wanted,
As my confidence sags,
I'm left feeling haunted.

My wife broke her vows,
Then things got heated,
What the law allows,
In injustice it's seated.

Deadbeat's my title,
I have no voice,
In court my recital,
Was dismissed, their choice.

My rights were abused,
With her adulterous affair,
But now I stand accused,
How can this be fair?

The children being told,
That I was to blame,
What leaves me cold,
Is, my ex feels no shame.

Thrown from my home,
By the law of the land,
With a toothbrush and comb,
Why? I can't understand.

For those who don't want me,
I'm left to pay,
It will forever haunt me,
Till I'm old and grey.

I have tried my best,
To be kind and forgiving,
But I feel so depressed,

‘' My Life's Not Worth Living ‘'