I never asked for much
Me and life never came to a truce
I used depression as a crutch
And finally tied the noose
Cold fear gripped my neck
My feet clamped to this rigid chair
No one would save this wreck
Maybe this rope would somehow tear
As I ask God one last time
Please take these sorrows away
Guess he doesn’t accept this crime
As the chair began to sway
I had to relax somehow
I close my eyes an take a breath
There’s no turning back now
I kicked the chair and welcomed death.