Near Is Too Far

I wish I could say that everything is okay in my life, but simply put... It's not. I'm so done, ready to give up, let go of my mortality, end it all. The noose is already tied and hung expertly over a tree branch of the oak in my back yard. The note is in place on my desk. The only light left on in my bedroom is an old lamp I stole from an antique store last summer with the boy I loved. He left. And so did my heart... I look at my phone one last time, noose hanging loosely around my neck as I sit on the branch I will soon be hanging from. A message lights up my dully lit screen, or more like, a message request. I almost ignore the message, but I decide, what the hell? One last conversation won't change anything. I say hello, and so does he... And he begins to tell me the reasons he wants to kill himself. I laugh inwardly a little bit, thinking how ironic it is... I haven't even told him what I was planning on doing. Yet, I find myself trying to talk him out of it, knowing damn well I'm in the same mental state as he is... I didn't know that I was talking to my savior that night... But I know now, and so does he... Because we saved each other.