Suicide (Death Poem)
I feel bleaker than bleak
More empty than full
More restless than calm
More hopeless than hard
More gutless than strong
More boneless than brave
More pointless than sharp
More faceless than feared
More skinless than naked
More airless than breath
More lifeless than dead
More useless than you
I feel like crying inside.
Won’t someone just do something?
poem by Ian Beckett
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