''are you okay?'' they ask, as i tighten the noose around my neck
''yeah, you?'' I reply, stepping onto the chair.
they look down, avoid my eyes,
''can i do anything to help ?'' they ask
and yet, do not move from where they watch me.
''kick the ******* chair.'' i tell them ,
but they do not do that either.
they just stare, with their big ******* eyes and their mouths drawn
in a straight, dead line,
they say ‘’don’t do that, you’re better than that.’’
but when I dangle, they don’t flinch,
turn away instead and choose to ignore
the grasping and croaking

they’ll take a picture though, when the ropes snapped and
the chair’s put in the corner for another time
and ive plastered a grin to distract from the roaring red lines on my neck
they’ll take a picture to remind themselves,
what ‘’we’’ went through, they didn't cut the rope but oh, how relieved they are
it snapped.
and they want everyone to know, they were there for me then.