My wrists and neck are slit
I am lying on the floor
The blood from me has sprawled
All across the corridor.
Next to me there is a gun
A bullet through my head
People will start to wonder
Who would have shot me dead?
I am no longer conscious
My heart no longer beats
My blood no longer circulates
The body which it heats.
Police men have come to investigate
Reporters with cameras too
All in hope of finding
Any leading clues.
To all those that see
This person who has died
I tell you it is me.
Who has committed suicide.