Noose

Invisible thread hanging

Times I wept

A silent scream escaped

My bed, supporting my grief

My pillows, absorbing my tears

My blue cushion, silencing my screams

My books, bear witness

To the times, my tears dried on those pages

To the fading insults beyond my door

From my so-called loved ones

who once told me I was special

I look up to my spinning, rattling fan

A noose appeared

I killed myself every single time

No one would miss me

Why should I care

I am a mess

A menace

A trash

I shall be rid of myself

The world would be thankful.

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