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The Suicide

written by: Steve Pearson



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



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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Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
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