The time does not stop

Am I free?

I sit alone on the window watching the rain falling against the glass.

I wish I could look into your mind,

read if you think about me too.

I guess that I would find nothing,

not a single thing about me.

What a surprise!

I mean who would think about the ugly, fat, worthless bitch?

Right, no one.

For how long did I stared in the darkness, thinking about the things they yelled at me in school?

For too long already.

I am lucky in one point I live in the 11th floor.

I stand on the wet and cold window sill ready to jump.

And I jump.

I don't feel the pain I only feel the release.

Finally I'm free.