I Can Just Picture You All Sitting There. - Poem by Amy Kerswell
I can just about picture you all sat there.
My beloved family and freinds.
Within the wake of my suicide.
Not relly knowing way.
Trying to comprehend why.
It was noones fualt.
There was nothing that could of been done.
It was choice to make.
It wasnt one I really wanted to do,
But it was my only way.
Please try not too be angry.
Move on with your lives.
You couldnt of saved me in the end.
It was far to late.
My demons took ahold of my life.
Dragging me down.
Controlling my life.
Friends and family I'm so sorry.
Sorry for what I've done.
Sorry for what I'm putting you through.
I'll allways love you.
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