My parents finally left,
Now to get to work,
I got out the rope tied the knots,
Finally got the last of the items my fathers dirk,
I hung the rope,
So that it was up and high,
I looked up in my room,
Then I took my last glance and sigh,
I couldn't believe how my miserable life would end,
But couldn't help to reach my doom,
When I was about to slice the rope,
My mother knocked on the door to my room,
She lifted up her voice high,
Singing aloud to me she sang I love you,
Quickly I looked up with dreadful guilt,
I couldn't believe what I was about to do,
There was one kind of happiness,
That I completely forgot,
I was trying to take the noose off,
But it stood there still and fought,
And then I thought,
I have a blade,
I struggled to cut it off and succeded,
But then my images began to fade.