The Noose and the Man

I just want the noose tight around my neck.

I just want the noose to take away the problems.

I just want the noose to end the suffering that no pill has ever stopped or could. 

I understand the noose will never help with wasted talent or some other lame excuse a man has to stop you 

I understand I am not a holy child or a man of God I am just a man that wishes for the noise that drones in my head to stop. 

I just want the sadness to subside as the noose tightens its grips and the air escapes me just as these words escape my mind. 

I just want for you to understand a noose is a reset button with a better life waiting on the other side if you botched this one up and really what is there to loose?

Just as this little poem to say ends with not much notion of what intentions could drive me other than sadness I kick the bucket to see you the lone reader in a better life.