I am the Station Master at Clifford Railway Station

Having held this position for over twenty-five years

It is an unremarkable redbrick station rebuilt in 1910

After a fire had destroyed the original Victorian buildings

Yet Clifford has one claim to fame

As it is located on the longest stretch

Of straight track anywhere in England

This means that passing express trains

Are often travelling at very high speeds

Sadly this attracts those who want to commit suicide

Various anti-suicide initiatives were tried over the years

But none were really that effective

So I suggested that we white wash the waiting room walls

So that these doomed people

Might reconsider their fates

By writing on these reflective spaces

I was gently mocked for this obscurity

But was asked to give it a try for a year and a day

And if one life was saved then it would become permanent feature

Within a month a man wrote a short poem on the wall

And then asked Leo C to ring for medical assistance

He later wrote a letter thanking the station staff for their love

But sadly this did not always work as final message were often left

As these wretched people died in their own silence

In all there are about a dozen messages in the waiting room

Yet one haunts me more than any other

Because I am unsure of its true meaning

A young woman of about thirty years jumped under an express

On a bleak December day of high winds and incessant rain

She had been seen in the waiting room prior to her tragedy

Which had not seemed suspicious as she was dressed in fine clothes

You are my murderer

Be happy

If an assassin can be happy

These were her mysterious words

I am to this day ignorant of her identity

It was such an ugly and trite death