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Full circle and stop
Empty bed, empty room,
Empty house, empty heart.
Why us, why me,
Why aren’t I free?
No future, no life,
Just pain, just strife,
Maybe pills, maybe knife.
Cries for help have gone unheard,
Whether action, thought or word.
The end is nigh, do not cry,
To a better place I go,
Where all are friends not foe,
And all will be fine I know,
She thanks you all and so;
With tears in her eyes
She says her last goodbyes.
© Susan James
