Life's not a partyFull title: Life's not a party, it's a fucking nightmareNo, I don't have any friends who I can see or call,and no, I can't phone all these helplines you've given me,You see, I can barely speak,the words that do make a bid for freedompast my chapped and trembling lipsare slowed to a slur,until they label me a drunk(though I'm perfectly sober)rather than a human in distress.Yes, I live alone,or at least might well dofor there are no companions in this buildingand I must hide my pain, my distressfor the overreactionand threat of immediate eviction;to be thrown out in the streetwith nowhere else to gobut blue tinged hypothermiaand mocking carols, warmth, food,because my reality instils a depth of anxietyincomprehensible by their untrained, simple minds.No, I don't have a next of kin,so stop asking anddon't click your tongueto tell me what a shame it isto be in the same citybut still fucking cut off.Yes, I chose to leave,no, I didn't want to,but I