There's something sad about you trying and trying until you physically can't. Your fingers hurt, hands shaking and there's sweat dripping down the side of your face. Your heart aches; it's the middle of the night, the place smells like rain. You wait, you try to breathe, you wait for someone to come and stop you. You can see cars below you, driving past, never aware of someone standing up on the bridge, waiting. You wait, and you wait. Nobody comes. Nobody comes to stop you and you feel like you can finally breathe. You take your coat, your shoes off. You smile, and for the first and last time, you mean it.