I hated myself for a while. That depressed person sat beside so many happy faces, each one of them glowing till they got off the bus. The air was gentle, it was a blanket and I felt safe, safe enough that I no longer felt like crying. 

The moon glistened against a dark navy sky, covered in stars. I'd gotten off the bus beside the woods, heading for the cliff. My feet so close to the edge when I'd reached it. 

I hated myself for a while...so I ended it all and sat on a leather brown chair surrounded by people who cared, people who loved me. 

I'm no longer that depressed person...