To my lovely Alex,
When I found you dead
I felt nothing but sad
I couldn't bare the pain
I fell down into this darkness
it's furry consuming my very soul
I faked a smile through it,
but all the lying began to get old.
I found comfort in my writing
or at least it stopped the crying.
When I found you dead
I thought of nothing but that last word you said.
You said that you'll love me 'till the end
but it seemed to end just as quick as it began.
It was only a year later
when I climbed up to the attic
I saw nothing left in me, only sadness
I could bare pain no more
so I hung the rope,
inches from the floor.
I tied it thirteen knots high
the other end wrapped around the rafters,
next to the light.
I stood upon that chair,
that still sits in the room
and kicked it out
from beneath my feet
The rope's end gripped my neck tight
my body hung there all night.
When my parents found me
I expected tears,
but all the said was
"Finally she did it."
