"I See"

This is a poem about how I felt one morning. THIS IS NOT A SUICIDAL POEM!!!

When I wake up
I see a mess.
A hot, ugly mess.
Today I hate this mess
Tomorrow I may love it.
Yesterday I saw regret
And misery is married to me.
Divorce and lust are my mistresses
And suicide is my best friend.
Trust brings news of what sadness has done
And gulit brings gifts from worry and sorrow.