Today is the day i ran out of hope,
so i silently reached for the rope,
i hung it from the hook in my ceiling,
now its time for me to do my own killing,
ive cried so many tears that they've become a
drowning pool,
so i climbed on to the stool,
placed the rope tightly around my neck and
kicked the stool away,
now every one will remember this dreadful day,
the day they found me dead with nothing but as note,
that said im sorry!
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