Nice poem, J.Murdoch. Here's mine:

Take this gun barrel out of my mouth.

Pump my stomach, I've swallowed too many pills.

Bind my wrists, I'm weak and dizzy, and there's blood all over the room.

Cut this rope from my neck, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe.

Talk me down off this ledge, I can't fly, I can smash, I can crash..

Twist the wheel and it's over.

Goodbye..

Hmmm, sounds like a cry for help, doesn't it? Actually, I wrote it a long time ago, after a painful breakup. The full last line was "Goodbye... to love."