Swinging from a tree

Hanging, swinging from a tree.  
I want to die.  
I keep seeing myself hanging, swinging from a tree. For three days no one finds me the stench it wafts from me. No need to take me down and lift the smile up from my face. Leave me there hanging, up here it is so free. It's brings a kind of peace to imagine such a thing. To picture myself hanging, swinging from a tree.
I can't seem to shake it, that this lifes just not for me. It burns so deep within me! A desire for to end. No words seem to change it and for some that is scary, but to me it's sort of thrilling. To picture myself hanging, swinging from a tree.
The reason I don't do it and set myself free, is that I know I'll leave behind all this pain inside of me.
But if someday I do it, just know that I am happy, know that I am free, while I'm up there hanging, swinging from a tree.