I was curious to where people tied the noose... then I explored my options

I would go to the extent of finding the rope, creating the noose, securing it tightly, then i'd stare up at it as it swayed from the rafters. Just to get a feel.

My imagination will carry me through the rest of it.

My house doesn't seem to support hangings.

sometimes it doesn't support me

It supports past events. Tightly grips onto them carrying them from room to room never letting me forget.

It doesn't matter which room I escape to because the house is everywhere reflecting back on me

telling me what I am

telling me what i'm not

suffocating me until tomorrow

and it's only sad because tomorrow

will never end.

Tomorrow will never end.