Ligature around your neck fastened to a makeshift gallows.
Both ends securely tightened - Terminal gravity.
Bend your knees to apply tension.
Feel the rope constrict your air ways.
Achieve unconsciousness. Modum Sui Morte.
Life is not worth all the pain.
Use the rope to end it all.
Death is near and everlasting. Soon the noose will set you free.
At war with your own existence - Just f*cking kill yourself.
Power through survival instincts. Tonight is your night.
Through persistence you'll gain death.
Bear down to apply more pressure, lean further into it.
Worry not of an intrusion, no one really gives a shit.
Hang in there.
Rid this world of your despondence.
Welcome death.
Give up on your f*cking life.
Hang in there.
Soon you'll reach the other side.
Finish it.
Embrace eternal damnation.
Keep pushing forward - Feel your brain swell as your heart rate plummets.
Don't give up now this world is much better off without you.
Blackness has now been achieved, there's only a few seconds left.
Blood flow to your brain has ceased, prepare to take your final breath.
Tunnel vision sets in, next week you'll be found dead and rotten.
They'll question themselves for what you've done, but soon you'll be forgotten.