A voice from the outside

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