Hanging High

The mouth it laughs the eyes they stalk
My ears they hear when you talk
When you stare and whisper
My body floods with deep despair
Really I care but I just don’t show it
I’m hurting inside and you know it
I feel I can’t take it no more
You call me a bitch, freak and a whore
I have to relieve this burning torment
My life’s left behind its now distant
I know there’s only one thing to do
I grab a rope and a pen knife too
I run and run down to the park
I choose the tree with the hard skinned bark
I climb up to the highest branch
I tie the rope and knot it in a bunch
I wrap it round my neck and say my goodbyes
I look down to the ground then up to the skies
I take one last breath and close my eyes
In three seconds flat I am going to die
321 I jump…I hang…
This is the end Of what never began
The murderous tree stands in which I hang