A man

A man hangs upon the wall
So high that it would hurt to fall
But he's attached
He's latched
Hanging by a noose
That wont become loose
His hair is splattered with red
By the wall there is a chair
A crimson knife on the bed
Puddles of scarlet everywhere
On his face there is a smile
He's not breathing
hasn't been for a while
There are scars and cuts
Everywhere his spilled guts
A literal representation
Of his past contemplation
His hands though cold
Still clench an email
Where he was too bold
In his other
A picture of his mother
With drawn on horns and a moustache
All his life, his feelings did clash
His kneecap was bent in
With a mallet to ease his sin
A cross lies in a frame
And a big A, anarchy its name
Say goodbye lies
Say goodbye denies
Say goodbye hurt
Say goodbye low self-worth
Say goodbye love
And lack thereof
Say goodbye pain
Say goodbye living without gain
The man hangs from the ceiling
Next to the wall
A note with a simple scrawl
"I love you" it said
and that was all