I'm hanging from the fan
Chair tossed over at me feet
I really found joy in this final ****
The feeling of my own breath
Leave for good
Taking all harm I could ever cast upon you
Yes it was really rather beautiful
As I stand in as a ghostly figure
Looking across the cold dim room
To my life less body
The fear forever stained down my checks
The hatred no longer healing on my skin
The terror from dying
the last thing to see through my dead eyes
Yes it was amazing to die
And take all my kindness
Support
Love
Hope
Dreams
I only ever offered to the world leave with me
Yes...

I'm so glad you told me to **** myself...