When I come to the end of my road.
When I come to the end of my road.
Miss me For a little while but forever.
Please don't let your heart hold any fears.
Let your eyes shed no tears.
For why cry now.
When my toutured soul has been set free.
I know My suicide musst be difficult to understand.
But hopefully you'll see that I am free.
One day we all have to take the journey of death.
And on this day I breathe my last breath.
I'm ready to take the last jouney home.
Please please don't cry for me.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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