Non Sequitur

This free form poem about depression was written in tha span of an hour. Feedback welcome.

I made this noose to take away
All the problems I think I have.
With one drop, the emotion
Would vanish like anyone
Who ever cared for me.

The chair is set below
The dangling rope that hangs
Signifying the end of a life
If you could consider it that.

The chair stumbles
As I step on it.
My fatass a disgusting mess
That should have expired long ago.

That should have left
With a sigh of relief
As the life and the light
Leaves me to head
Into the great beyond.

Or whatever the fuck is next.

The chair flies forward
As the rope grows tighter
The air's freedom to leave
Snatched by the strength of the rope.
Failed gasps and grasping the noose,
All to no avail.

Legs twitch until a sudden force
Shatters the rope and
Grants the air its much deserved freedom
Remorse flowing like a river
Through my mind.
Thinking this is the second time
I've failed to end my life
Maybe it's a sign...