Hangman’s Game

Strings taut, tension snapping in my head,

Voices whisper, venom laced, leaving me dead.

Clouds hang lower, sky painted in bruise,

Fingers itch, the rope tight, a hangman’s noose.

Hangman’s game, swinging in the rain,

Fighting for the breath, but it feels the same.

Suicidal thoughts, but I’m motivated too,

Breaking every chain, but the scars stay true.

Mirror cracked, reflection splits in two,

One says fight, the other one says “you’re through.”

Tattooed pain on my chest, can’t erase,

Every tear a ripple, drowning in this space.

Dark night symphony, stars hum dirges,

Tides rise higher, where the pain converges.

Motivation sparks, a fire in the abyss,

Burn the rope, rise again, no death in this.

Hangman’s game, swinging in the rain,

Fighting for the breath, but it feels the same.

Suicidal thoughts, but I’m motivated too,

Breaking every chain, but the scars stay true.

Ashes on the floor, I’m still standing here,

Wounds run deep, but I shed no tear.

Hangman lost, I rewrote the rules,

Emo soul rising, not the devil’s fool.