Ben Matthews


Here I am lost in my train of thought
While the rope around my neck goes taught
People are standing around watching me as I do the deed
Finally as I give another look around when someone comes up and kicks the chair points and laughs
Everything starts going black as I struggle for my last breath
I see her emerge from the crowd as breath taking beautiful as she's ever been
She looks at me with those eyes asking me why
Why do this to yourself
Why give up
Why put yourself through the pain an agony
Why suffer
Why make me suffer from losing you like this
She picks up the note on the ground reads it aloud to the crowd of people
Without hesitation in a soft sweet voice I'll love her till the day I die I'll love her in the after death
She drops to her knees in tears begging me to come back to her
Little does she know I have my arms around her whispering I love you with all my heart
Here I am lost in my train of thought
While the rope around my neck goes taught
Kicking and screaming at the world for letting me do such an evil deed to myself
To allow myself to suffer in pain and agony
To allow her to see me at my weakest point

©Ben Matthews

Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2014
Edited: Sunday, April 27, 2014

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