Alone in his room.
The rope that felt like sandpaper
He wondered a single question.
"Should i stay or should i go?"
Looking down at his stool.
Seems like a formal way out.
Wearing a tie of sorts.
Can't handle this society alone,
Not without her.
He had to join her.
The rope tie around his neck.
He kicked the stool out from under him.
Broken rope.
Fetal position.
Crying.
