When I was a child I read Buses Illustrated
It arrived at my local newsagents
About midway through the month
I loved this magazine as much as I loved buses
Even though I was young I travelled everywhere
It was a different world then free from most dangers
People were kind and cared for each other
However many empty years were ahead of me
If I had only had known that then
I might have avoided the pain
This will be my suicide note
Pretty ordinary as suicide notes go
My final communication with the world
I am very tired now as all I see
Is the filth and the decay
It is the fault of all
But the domain of none
I am sitting in the final bedroom
Of my parents house
They are no longer here
The house is silent
Only my childhood models
Remind me of my past
These are my final worlds
The bus has left the garage
It will never return