Let Me Go

I think about how much I hate my life as I,  
sit in the tub pulling out my razor,
grab my parents gun, checking to see if it’s loaded,
open up my window and peer at the street, 50 feet below,
step on the chair, slipping the noose around my neck.
I think about you
and I can’t breathe
I’m so pissed.
I loved you and you lied.
Let me do this.
Let me go I cry
as the razor bites my wrist,
red pooling into the tub.
Let me go I whisper  
as I put the gun to my head,
pulling the trigger.
Let me go I scream
as I spread my arms out
and jump.
Let me go I mumble
as I kick the chair out from under me,
the rope cutting my breath off,  
snapping my neck.
Don’t cry over me.
Let me go.
Let,
me,
go.