Feet two inches off the ground,

but my soul is much further below.

A creaking beam is the only sound

as outside it begins to snow.

You shouldn't be home for a while

so now is the perfect time

to secure the rope around my neck

and manage one broken smile.

But as I hear a door bell chime

I know I am much too late,

so I wipe away the tears

and hide my broken state.

I push away the rope

and manage one desperate thought

that maybe later you'd find it

and then you could help me cope.

You'd push away the darkness

and for a while all would be fine.

But then you'd grow bored once again

and say find a new life line.

Maybe I'm overreacting,

But I can't wait one more day

I need to help me stop acting

and let me show you my pain.