Have you ever thought of suicide?
What does it mean for you?
You might not have given it much thought
Nor even what you’d do
But here’s a thought, a thought of mine
It’s something I’ve thought through
I will often think of restfulness
To end my brains mildew
You probably think that’s all there is
That’s all there is to know
But spare a thought for disbelief
And what my end might show
I apologise for this poem as it may be too late for some but some things have to be said.