Rope Swing

Slamming down my last bottle
I make a rather hasty decision
I’m tired of this life, no excitement
Find a good length of rope from the shed
A strong beam that will support me
My mother’s chair is a fine touch indeed!
No one will miss me, not the least bit
I’ll be lucky if they even find this note
I fling into the air like a bird breaking free
Until darkness is all that I can see
My heart pounding one final beat
Letting me know I did the deed
Now I am hanging from the attic
With the world below my knees
Why didn’t anybody help me?
Answer me oh dear god please
There’s nothing you can say
To make me stop believing
That this is the only way out
I would have done it again and again
I’m mentally unstable, there is no doubt
Solace swinging by the end of a rope
A lonely soul in this cruel world
All because he had lost all hope