Noose

Every night I lie awake
thinking about that noose.
It's always an option
I've done it before
Felt that release
Hazy then black
Slipping from consciousness
Two friends were there
Just in time to cut me down
I always think what if
What if they weren't there
What if I had gone
I often wonder
As I look what I have done to my life
I don't know how to fix this mess
I only seem to make it worse
That's why I keep the rope
It's always an option