TW: Suicide will happen in this story, if you're uncomfortable please stop reading.
I was looking down at the ledge, thinking if I should do it or not. I lift up my head to see birds flying around. Vision of my life plays inside my mind, they aren't pleasant memories. Rethinking of everything that happened scars me, I look down again, thinking one last thing before I do it.
"I always wanted to be a bird."
I jump.
