The Other Side

The world became blurry,
Like a thick fog.
I smiled at myself.
I finally did it.
After hundreds idof attempts,
I finally left that foul place.
I stared at my old shell,
Hanging from the ceiling
With necklace of rope,
Glassy eyes staring blankly
At the full moon of this night.
My bedroom door quickly opens.
Someone bursts inside.
I was as shocked as he was.
We both asked, "Why?"
I left a note for someone to find.
He saw it and read it carefully.
Tears welled up from his eyes.
But I can't hug him.
I'm dead. He's alive.