Cause of death? Suicide.
Spine broken; vertebrae smashed.
Limbs broken, haemorrhaging brain.
Jumped to her death. Case closed.
Cause of death? Suicide.
Exsanguination, massive bleeding,
Slashed wrists, a razor blade was used.
Killed herself. Case closed.
Cause of death? Suicide.
Strangulation, see the marks?
Lack of oxygen, asphyxiation.
Hung herself. Case closed.
Cause of death? Suicide.
Pills, too many, caused
Eternal sleep. Death.
Over Dose. Case closed.
Cause of death? Suicide.
Water in the lungs, wet body
Pulled from the river, near the bridge.
Jumped and drowned. Case closed.
And after the post-mortem, the case is written up.
Reports are filed, and the evidence boxed.
You go back home, and leave your work.
Try as you might, you just can't let it go.
But why did they choose this? You can't let it go.
Their bodies are empty, their smiles are gone.
They're lying on a cold slab, instead of living out there.
Why did they choose this? You can't let it go.
What of the families? The ones they left behind.
The clueless confused parents, the friends that sob till they're dry.
Did they know they were loved? Did they just not care?
Why did they choose this? You can't let it go.
You can't take the pain, and you can't take it away
That razorblade is so tempting, but so is that bridge.
Your gun at your bedside, you can see your post-mortem.
Why did they choose this? You think you might know.
So you take those pills, and take too many.
You take that razor and watch it go slash.
Dripping with blood, and feeling the pills,
Why did they choose this? You definitely know.
You aren't going quickly, in this agonising pain
You stagger to the building, but want the bridge.
You jump from the top floor, miss the pavement.
Why did they choose this? You definitely know.
Splash into the river, and the world goes darker.
The pills are digesting, you know the science.
And the blood is still flowing out of your veins.
Why did they choose this? You definitely know.
You've taken that razor, and you've taken those pills.
You've jumped off that ledge, and your lungs are filling.
Your final thought as your life slips away
Why did they choose this? I definitely know.
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