Suicidal Thoughts

( I am on my foster dads lab top and he doesnt have wordprosser so please bare with me.) A tempting thought, runs through my head, to sit from a far, and see myself dead, I heard their words, and lost all hope, now in my room, I've hund a rope, and like a game, of chance with dice, I use this blade, once more I slice, I sit and thing, again once more, before I call quits, and close my door.