This entry is part 5 of 6 in the series Mental Health: The Diary of a Broken Mind
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The Suicide

written by: Steve Pearson

@StevePearsonUK

 

Rub me out,
Start again,
Save me from my fate.
I know the end
Is coming soon,
I just can't stand the wait.
Time to bring
The curtain down
And write my final line.
I know the end
Comes to us all,
I just can't wait for mine.
To live? To die?
The question is dead.
There's only left to die.
My final page
Is turning now.
I know my end is nigh.
Would that I
Could change the thing,
I would not near know how.
Change it all?
It matters not.
I know the end is now

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

What can sometimes be the ultimate destination of the road to mental illness, suicide marks the complete failure of care systems that can be ill equipped to intervene.

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