Oxygen-Deficient.

I couldn’t breathe.
My throat ached as I felt the rope asphyxiating me excruciatingly.
Immensely feeling all the pain,
As my eyes countlessly shed salty drops of water.
But those things didn’t matter,
Because my thoughts are like the river.
Endlessly flowing,
And infested with pain and suffering.

I didn’t mean for all of this to happen.
What started out as innocent,
Seemingly ended like a tragedy.
My eyes have seen,
The demons that haunted me.
The words hurt like knives--
Piercing my heart,
Invading my soul,
Damaging my mind.

I ignored what they all said about me,
But they followed me everywhere.
Even when I looked at my mirror,
Their words echoed like a broken record.
In that mirror I saw myself,
And I didn’t like what I see.
In that mirror I saw them,
And they were all laughing at me.
Ugly, crazy, stupid, worthless, better off dead.
Maybe they were right after all.

So I gave them what they want.
Said my last goodbye to my friends who never knew,
And to my family who never understood.
I kept it cryptic,
As I have always been,
And proceeded on what I was about to do.

I tied the rope above me,
And encircled the ends tightly around my neck.
I let go and my throat constricted.
My thoughts hurt more than the rope,
Wishing that these thoughts would never haunt me anymore.

In my last breath,
As I lacked of oxygen,
I closed my eyes and I waited.
Then all at once,
It became nothing,
And the thoughts were finally gone.