Couldn't Succeed

Knowing what was going to happen every fuckin day
i woke up,
id sit up in my bed and think to myself...nothing
is going to ever be different.

You can't change man and you fuckin know it...i asked
myself, "why am i always tired"..?

But i figured it out,
i myself wasn't tired but the soul inside me was exausted
and couldn't take it any longer.

I stood up and walked to my door then locked it,
staring at the ceiling where the rope hung high.
I knew i had no other choice but that.

As i looked up one more time i then looked at the ladder
across my room and then finally moved from my tranquilized
solid being like my soul finally died.

Placing the ladder below the rope i then looked at myself one last time in the mirror,
i slowly climbed the ladder and began to cry...

Placing the rope around my neck,
i had one last thought where will i go after this..?
I stepped off the ladder the air was instantly gone and
everything got dark.

I knew there was no going back so i stopped my struggle.

If there was one thing i regreted in life,
it was not doing this years ago while i was still a child
to save the future family and events the pain.

As he hung there you could see the life drain right out of
his face...his body was pale white...with just one tear sliding down his cheek...he died depressed and unloved...