My poem 'Cheery Me' seems to have caused 'a bit of a to do'.
Cheery cheery me
Razor blade and morphine free
Can't take the final step
No one to feed the cats you see
I appreciate the concern more than those concerned will probably ever know: however, I'd like to state that though I've occasionally pondered the idea of 'offing' myself - and who can honestly say they haven't - I wouldn't. It's pointless, and I have way too much to do. I really, really want to finish my novel. I've songs to record, a boyfriend to shag (too much information?) and a life to live ... not to mention cats.
So thank you - you know who you are.
And to those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, thank you too.