My hope is a rope i have hung myself upon

I want dark, silence and hope.
Love to mend this broken heart.
I'm feeling so cold and so alone
I've got nobody to call a friend.
I've forgotten how love feels,
I don't remember how it feels to be desired...
I've written these thousand notes of suicide that even the angels will cry over. please care and tear this wound upon my heart that's tearing me apart,
come sit by this bleeding soul and try to make it whole...