Rope

A lone noose hangs from a small doorframe at the end of a long hall. I walk and hear the creak of unfurnished floors of an old house. I take the rope in my hands and slip my head though. Let go. I feel the harsh material cut into my neck. Ignore the Pain. It will be all over soon. The air slowly seeps out of your lungs. It fades to black. Walk into the light and greeted by the hand of Him. See my Uncle and Grandmother who died of a broken heart. I Look down at the cruel world I just left. See my parents hunched over my body. Look at my girlfriend recieve the call, the call that shatters her fragile heart. I relized what I have done, how selfish I am. Turn Back. No Way Out. Lost in Heaven.