And now I let a silent cry
I want to bid this world goodbye
These feelings led me far astray
It's time for me to go away

I look inside the darkened room
I only see a single broom
A large chair, and a spool of rope
So that may be my only hope

I take the rope and make a noose
I tie it so it won't come loose
I grab the chair after a while
And slide it to the center tile

I use the chair to reach my height
I tie the rope onto the light
I make sure I won't touch the floor
Then wedge the broom against the door

I give the knot one final check
And put the noose around my neck
I tighten it with gentle care
Then boldly kick away the chair

The noose gets tight against my skin
The rope is quickly digging in
My breaths are cut off very fast
I cannot tell how long I'll last

But why do I now sense this fear?
I want now to get out of here
Why can't I move? Where is my chair?
My feet are dangling in the air

I cannot scream; I cannot gasp
A bit of air I try to grasp
'My God' I think, 'What did I do?'
Goodbye, my world; my life is through.