Dark Thoughts

Look

Look at her, in the window up there.
Silently wishing for someone to be with her
Someone who cares.
Someone who will be there for her when nobody else will respond.
But that won't happen.
Her eyes have seen it all.
All the excuses in the book.
They don't respond to her texts.
She asks them for help; They don't respond.
They ask her for help, she's quick to text back.
Her head rests against the cool glass, staring out into the desolate street.
Her thoughts are clouded. Her judgement set aside.
The lone girl simply thinks about her "friends".
"I wonder." She says.
"If I were to jump from this window, knocked unconscious, brought to hospital injured, and tended to by the hard-working nurses there...
"Would they even care?"
'No,' she thought.
'Of course not. When have they ever?'
She sobs, gripping the fabric that covers her chest. Her heart yearns for them to save Her, and keep her close to them.
But her voice was gone.
Her will had been written,
She had the dreathnote in her grip.
She had arose from her spot on the windowsill, walking out of her apartment and to the ladder.
She climbed up to the rooftop, dressed in a matte blue lace u-line dress and Oxford heels. Her hair pinned back to her skull, and makeup covered her features. The scars of her past written on her arms.
She stood up on the edge of the brick building, whispering her farewells, and singing her heart out to the world, and for them to know what she has put up with. She cries out to the air surrounding her one last time.
Then, her heel slipped over the edge;

And she fell. Never to breathe again.