I pull out my paper,
and also my pen.
I write all the words,
at least what I can.

Do you even care?
Dont you see?
Why I wore the sweater.
And kept up the sleeves.

Tears slid down my face,
and stained the paper.
The words I wrote,
would only be seen later.

"We both used to laugh,
under the tree.
But you never saw,
what they did to me.

So now I say bye,
to this agonizing life.
The one my soul has fought,
but my body never could fight."

I stood on the stool,
with the noose around my neck.
I cried for an hour,
before I kicked the stool back.