Unspoken Words

*This story involves self harm and suicide, so just be warned if you are sensitive to that type of thing. c:*

I sat in my usual spot. It's a small clearing in the woods on a cliff that overlooks the city. I come out here to get away. I've never told anyone about this place, this place is all I really have.
I laid back on the hard ground, watching the night sky listening to whatever song was blasting through my earbuds. The volume was all the way up, but I couldn't hear it because my thoughts were so loud.
I took a deep breath and stood up. I walked over to the edge of the cliff and sat down, letting my legs dangle off of the edge. I thought about it for a while. Jumping. I didn't.
I'm not saying I'd kill myself, but if there was a car headed towards me, I'm not sure I'd move.
I looked at the time on my phone. 3:07 AM.
I sighed and got up, starting the long walk home.