Hanging Up The Noose Poem by Jesse Artley

A wise man once said that the hardest part of holding on is letting it go
Now I've been holding on to everything for what seems like an eternity
All my thoughts, feelings, and actions cooped up inside; time to blow
Off all this steam in hopes of having enough time to snap back into reality
Maybe I should just implode, end it all, and cave in on what's left of myself
Finally stop having to stare at this cold hollow shell in all these cracked mirrors
Take my place with the worthless and all their sorrows on the bottom shelf
Guess with all my might I couldn't succomb to anything besides living a failure.