Rope

As I sit here writing this note
holding this rope in my hand,
I can only imagine
what the pit of hell looks like.
It's a true place a death and sorrow,
my hands are frail as I tie the noose
Thinking of turning back as I hang it,
standing on a bucket of memories.
about to become my horrible past.
Thinking of turning back.....

To late the bucket has slipped
as I hang there awaiting death.
My time is over no more depression
who cares if I'm putting my family through oppression.
I'm finally dead maybe someone will recognize,
me being dead is the best thing.