My hanging

You left my heart dangling    
in the air from a string
But If I had some rope  
 i would be there hanging  
And that would be a lesser thing  
   
To die a death is to be released from pain  
The rise and fall of my chest  
 resembling the highs and lows of my heart  
 Having a broken heart is to feel it tear  
over and over again  
Every beat slowly expanding  
  the new and old torn parts  
   
 I took my shot at romance    
Trying to bring an end to my sorrow    
Is the pain worth the chance?
It seems as though I'll never know  
Tonight I will hang myself  
With all my new found scars
For my heart was hurt already  
 a long long time ago