Hanging from a ceiling fan

Hopelessness, running through my veins. I scream out loud, as I have so much pain.

I take enough to start again it will not stop at all. as soon as these thoughts hit, I faint and then begin to fall.

unconscious and seeing black. as I'm laying on the floor. I soon wake up and try to walk but can only crawl for more.

Numb as ice and lost as hell, I cannot think at all. i reach the door but still feel faint so i fall down in the hall.

The thoughts of hate and death of lives, have caught me in a lie. I want to live but think some more and begin to change my mind.

Ill die right here with nones say, and no one will care a bit. ill tie a noose around my neck, and pin a note to it.

My will of words wont be too long, but will inform the soul. To you all, I write this note, please donnot call me fool.

My death was nice, and my life was short, but i guess my mind is sick. and hanging from a ceiling fan gave me a little kick.

Good bye to all i know I'm dead, so miss me while you can. you'll die too and wont regret, my death on a ceiling fan.