Excerpt: They said suicide is cowardly. Well, fuck that. Do they know how much strength it takes to look at the pavement below you as if looking at death straight in the eyes while saying "Sorry dickface, you don't own me", then tilt your body ever so slightly to let gravity do its work and pull you down, as if you're letting go of your physical body, that cage you can't escape, binding you to pain, rejections, disappointments, but only when you tilt down, you pulled back up again to safety, as if taunting the cosmos, and the cycle restarts, making you feel more free than ever that you are have the remote control in your hand. It feels like riding the highest roller coaster on earth, waiting for the fall. You go up, and up, and up, always waiting for the fall. [ Five Stages of Exit © 2014 Cerrise at Wattpad. All Rights Reserved.]