A voice from the outside I heard
“Wait, wait, do not give up the fight.”
I shook my head to listen to it right
Digesting what it said word for word

With bloodied hands I gripped the rope
Curiosity. Uncertainty. A little naivety
Gradually gripped the heart in me
And slowly, hands withdrew from the instrument of hope

Standing in my room
I wonder who called
The voice had me enthralled
Setting me safely from my doom

I wonder who was the voice
That stopped me from my choice
To end my life in my room
My neck in between the ropes of doom