I have stepped up on that chair of confidence and I put your noose around my neck,
but once you were on, I knew I didn't need my chair anymore
and so I kicked it away.

At first the pain hits you directly, as your head snaps back into the reality
of where you are and what you are doing, but what no one wants to admit and
what no one will tell you is that you start to become a *******.

You start to crave the pain that is making you slowly suffocate under the weight
of your head, filled with too many of your problems and my problems,
filled with too many memories and too many thoughts, filled with too much
disappointment.

The irony comes with the fact that you are the one who looks down and presses
your neck harder against the rope. You go back for more, you keep looking down

You keep feeling that pressure, you keep playing a game of whether you can look
down so far you can see your feet, you keep turning darker and darker in your
face.

But as your eyes bulge, your lips run dry, the tears in your eyes stinging like a
waterfall without water, any feeling in your body going numb, your mind only
concentrates on that single person

Your mind only thinks about the one who can make the pain go away, but little
do you know, it is all only temporary.

Everything must end eventually.