Your Reading My Poem

Your Reading My Poem,

When You’re Done, I’m Dead.

I Put The Loop Around My Neck.

I’m Ready To Fall From The Stool.

Kinda Scared, But Oh Well,

No One Will Notice ‘That’ I Was Even There.

People Thought I Wasn’t The Type Of Guy To Kill Myself.

I Was Always To-Myself. Never Saying Much.

I Even Had A Smile.

What Could Be Any Better, But This Guy’s Life?

Well It All Changed When, Well, I Just Outta Nowhere Lost It.

People In This World Made Me Sick I Guess.

I Just Couldn’t Keep On Living Like I Was.

It Had To End. It Had To End Now.

Kicking Down The Stool,

Dangiling Around, Feet Off The Ground.

Choking, Trying To Gasp For Air.

My Last Breath I Will Ever Breathe Is Gone.