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Dec 2024
Oh dear what can
The matter be,
Im
Standing on suicide
Chair
Mental health
Has got the
Better of me
I think I’m beyond
Repair.
Shall I take what I can get
From this dire rhyme
Im quite sure
it’s Nearly time,
Is suicide still a
Ugly crime.
Hold on a minute
Who is this
Self righteous
Clown
Trying to converse
talk me down.
He wants me to return
To my mental hell
Dos he know that
Im not ****** well.
Nobody sheds a tear
For the mentally insane
Suicide is a get out clause
Is life just a painful game.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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