The curtain closes
As the act of death
Falls to heavy handed
Souls who cared and
Sympathized with him
No it wasn't a
Natural cause of death
It was suicide he
Cut his wrist beyond
Belief the razor dragged
Through skin, muscle
Tendons, and veins ending
His life in total shame
The last thought he has was
Where do I go from here?
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