A rope above my head,
A chair beneath my feet,
A pen and paper in my hand,
Forever I will keep
Them with me,
Keep them by my side,
I brace myself
For the downward ride.
I hang here
Wishing you were with me,
Yet wishing
That everyone would let me be.
As a tear rolls down my cheek,
And I begin to cry,
I cannot help but shout:
"Please stop my suicide!"
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