Rope

My head filled with voices.
Heart consumed with hate,
life of so few choices,
my world, forced to create.

No twinkle of light,
or cause for hope,
still alone tonight,
around my neck, the rope.

I'm blind in this dark,
I shouldn't be here,
all that's left, a question mark,
a whisper in your ear.

When you find me hanging there,
think of why it came to be,
I had to escape the despair,
of what you do to me.