Tired

I place the noose around my neck Asking myself is this really it what will I miss who will miss me As I tighten the rope I can feel it beginning to choke me It hurts my thorax I'm afraid I'm happy The note I left behind explains everything No one is deserving not even an inkling of my collections The makeshift of the chair beneath my feet The unsteady shift of my weight it's more painful than I thought dangling in the air waiting for my last breath chocking soon the pain will be gone