Sad Book of Poetry

No longer feeling it

This night is so long,

so cold,

I shiver despite myself,

reaching for a handle that seems miles away.

If only I could reach that rope..

I pull open the door,

tears streaming down my face,

openly, unashamed,

I pull a chair along with me,

and grab the rope I hid.

I pull out a slip of paper,

writing hurriedly,

my body freezing.

"I'm sorry my friends, my parents, I just can't take this anymore."

She drops it to the floor and climbs on the chair,

and soon, she's just dangling there,

just another side effect of life.