I stands at the top of the roof.
Still thinking what may happen.
I'm unsure what people will think.
What if they think I was weak.
But I wouldn't be weak,
If I jumped.
Because I'm putting life at risk.
So I stood there unsure.
I heard footsteps behind me but didn't dare look back.
I felt a force push me.
But nobody was there.
It was my spirit.
That played a trick on my mind.
To make me think that someone hates me more than I actually do.
And now I'm falling...
I to my death.
When I hit the ground there was no pain.
Because I had already killed myself.
Years ago.
