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As I realize that I've lost it

I stumble into my closet.

And at my feet there lies a rope,

Suddenly i find hope.

But there's only one thing-

I'll never get to wear a wedding ring.

And what about my best friend?

Will her heart ever mend?

So many thoughts run through my head,

As I think of how things will be different when I'm dead.

And I think to myself,

This is the only way

So I continue without further delay.

I tie the rope to the ceiling,

And make sure that I won't have time for healing.

I pull up a seat

So that my feet will meet.

Now the loop's around my throat

And what you're reading now is the last thing I ever wrote.

And knowing that I can not stay,

I quickly step away.

I struggle and gag

But later that day my toe has a tag.

Now doctors walk away with a tear in their eye,

Knowing that I was only 15 and had already said good-bye.