Hanging

I tied it securely and tight. 
This way I couldn't fight. 
A chair was placed below 
As my spirits dipped really low.

I have more than three hours
But now I decide, is the hour. 

I stepped onto the wobbly chair 
Hoping the rope wouldn't catch my hair.
Steadily I placed my head through the hole 
Then my body went as stiff as a pole. 

Suicides happen everyday, whether it is reported or not.
This wasn't to encourage suicides but rather I just wanted to write one as the person committing it. Again morbid, but alas a fact of life.

Maybe one day I'll write as a person who discovered the body.