Cry for freedom

i sit here alone in the night,
thinking of the way life used to be.
the freedom of my childhood before
the pain overtook everything,
my stolen freedom still out of my reach and no one helps,
no one looks for me because im a forgotten piece of a broken road.

i sit here alone with the rope in my right hand and a knife in my left,
as i make the noose and hang it into my ceiling,
i whisper freedom,and then put the noose around my neck,
secure it perfectly and take the knife into my hand,
once more i think of what others will think but i know i cant take more,
the pain is too great as i hope that i will remain forgotten as i am now.
i hope no one will suffer as i stab my stomach,
fall off the chair i used to hang the noose to the ceiling,
all i can see is my life flashing in front of my eyes and i feel no regret,
i feel only happyness knowing that soon i will be free.

as this gaping hole in my stomach keeps bleeding
and the noose around my neck is choking me,
my strenght is fading,
and i feel so happy knowing my freedom,
from this pain in my chest is coming,
as the noose around my neck and the hole in my stomach,
drain the last drop of life out of me,
i whisper a soft sorry before
i slip into the cold embrace of lonelyness and death,
and yet...i feel only relief.