Sirens
I hear them again.
The sirens are on their way.
In come the police.
Along with the paramedics.
Off to hospital I have to go.
They can't leave me.
Not now they've been told.
My suicide can't go on.
Becuase the sirens are screaming.
Here are the police.
Who I hate with all my might.
Saving my life.
They don't care about my strife.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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