I take the noose,
Tightening it,
Gliding it onto my neck,
My last necklase of this life,
I take the other end,
As I stand on the chair,
So stable and irm,
So unlike what its holding,
I tie the rope to the beam,
And think how I got here,
All those I hurt,
All the things I lost,
A tear falls from my eye,
And I look to the ground,
Never to know its touch again,
But I need peace,
I need the truth,
And I need the escape,
The bridges i've burned,
Can never be repaired,
And she CANT talk to me,
All thats left is the jump,
From this chair forward,
And then il have it,
All that I want,
And with a bend of my knees,
And a look forward,
I jump.
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