The feeling on my neck

I hate my life
I took a knife
and slashed my own chest
I slashed my arm
cause I was harmed
and the feeling was the best
Nothing to solve
anxious thoughts revolve
I thought I was a wreck
I saw a rope
forlorn hope
and rapped it on my neck
It was one, two and three
I just wanted to be free
Eight years old
and decontrolled
but till this day
I'm so afraid
of that feeling on my neck.