Thomas Spencer - FBI report

My wrists are empty,
no more blood to bleed out
my body is pale,
no more light warms the skin
I'm a shallow figure of what I use to be,
parents died, reason why still a mystery
heart stopped, the power to live has left me,
my days are short now, undoubtedly
just give me a week,
no one to miss me, no one to weep
death wish, to be crucified,
FBI report: another suicide

Thomas Spencer

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fbi-report/