Hanging by the chandeliers,
I am very bright with tears.

Fear no sooner help me down,
Than gravity dragging me to the ground.

To the ladder my father is going.
My mother is being very imposing.

My sibling is not to be found.
But he would rather not have me down.

How I got up I do not know,
But it was quite an entertaining show.

Perhaps if they got a trampoline,
I would not have made such a scene.

I could jump onto a couch,
But my mother would turn into a grouch.

Softly, I started to hum a tune,
So horribly, I called a coon.

My hands started to go numb,
I felt it down into my sternum.
“Help! Help!” my mother screamed.
All the while my brother schemed.

My father is soon to be back,
I would rather hang here and hack.

Father cannot find the ladder,
Now I am thinking that it doesn’t matter.

All I can here is “Tick, tock”.
The sound of our old grandfather clock.

My vision now has blurred,
I cannot see what has occurred.

I felt like I was on top of the world,
But now my fate is to be unfurled.

I cannot smell the once sweet flowers,
The stench of my sweat, the scent devours.

My mother runs to the phone,
But I’m still hanging inside this dome.

The fire department now has arrived
Any longer and I might have died.

Now it is the end of my plight.
All I can see is a big, bright light.

They got me down in the end,
But destiny’s path, they could not bend.

I never thought I was suicidal
I guess my brother was homicidal.

 
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