6 January Poem by stp Pedersen

I took a quick look at the rope,
before tightening it around my throat.
all I wish is to be dead.
The thoughts are taking over, my head.

Looking down on the cuts, in my wrist.
I just wanna be done with this.
228 days left until I die.
228 days to the last tears I'll cry.

The thoughts are taking over my head.
Feeling numb, like I'm already dead.
All my pain and anger, nobody sees.
But my lifeless body will make them fall to their knees.