Cut at the wrists

But survived

Put on suicide risk

Liberty denied

Life confiscated...

Only to be killed by the pills

Or whatever swill did the job

Dead in the care

Of those who didn't do theirs

Natural causes, say the registers

Third in as many years...

To live in a lie

And die in a lie

Lying amongst liars

In a coffin:

’Oh Father that art in heaven

We commend to you this soul

With power-points and music

Treat it kinder than we did

We'll leave a coin in the bucket.'

Rise, oh crying audience, but why

Lift those tearful eyes and pray for the fate

Of a tortured fractured heart?

When pain and cries for aid were dismissed

Belayed as theatrics, you played your part

With the same old antics:

Sectioned, mind dissected

Neuroleptics and side effects

Brought to natural conclusions

Now the woodwork’s in commotion...

And if it weren't so sad

I'd find the irony amusing:

Finally appreciated

Now you Rest In Peace...

A postmortem code word for

Disturb No More