As I begin to climb
With the rope
Tight around my neck
I struggle up the ladder
Will anybody miss me
Will anybody care
As these thoughts rush through
My stations of thinking
None of them stop
I am left alone
No thoughts to soften
The blow which I know is coming
As I reach the top step
I check everything is in place
For one final time
I look out at the dulled world
As my vision clouds
I push off
Jumping feeling the wind around my face
My jump falls short of the ground
I swing to and fro
With a struggle I open my eyes
And see Darkness
I am not good enough
The world has no need for me
As I lapse into unconsciousness
I hear my raping last breathe
As I call your name for the final time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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