Everything seems clear to me. The night sky drowns out the screaming in my mind. People gather below. Hmm. I wonder. What would they say if they knew. But they don't. I know what I have to do. The bright lights blind me. The chatter and calls of distress echo. Sigh. I wish there was some other way. But there isn't. I know. I've looked. I can feel it already. The wind in my hair and my body free. I have to do it. I must. Okay. Breathe in. Exhale. I close my eyes. My foot extends over the ledge and my body follows. Silence.
Reason for writing:
It's basically just about some-one who thinks they have nothing and that no-one loves them.
This some-one thinks that they weren't meant for this world and that they would be happier somewhere else.
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