Death
The word most fear
And all shall obtain
Some sooner than others
Some not soon enough
For me it's closer
I can end it like "that"
No one cares
I'm just another loser
I'll stand up on the chair
With a noose hanging from a hook
The hook imbeded into the ceiling
I star up at the noose
Tightly weaved and about 1/4 IN thick
With just one kick of the chair
My life is over
My eyes have seen too much
The bled the tears
Yet they still see
My veins have bled blood
For the many years
The red stains on my arm
Become crust-like
It dries and slows
You try to stop me
Its no use
You come close
I'll just pull my foot
And fall
I warn you
You start crying
Praying for me to quit this
Hoping this is just a facade
You are wrong
I start counting from 5-1
You know see that I'm serious
You want to come near
But know it will be fatal
No matter what you do it's over
5...I look at the tears
4...The sadness on your face looks painful
3...I begin to speak
2..."In the end my life was worthless
I'm not needed"
As the counting nears end
I think of the past
The times we had
And why I'm ending it all
It flashed before my eyes
1...I took a look down at my feet
The chair underneath
The floor my feet will never touch again
Not while I'm alive
I kick the chair
The ceiling creaks
The life exits my body
Me not struggeling to breath
Death is the only option now
I cease to move
Your life will go on
Mine has ended
