I sat on the ledge,
Facing away from the edge,
Not wanting to look into the fall,
Because I've looked into the fall my entire life.
He joined me there,
Asked me if I was okay.
The only reply I gave him,
Was replacing my empty palms with the cold hard steel,
He looked from the gun to me.
I watched as his face turned from shock to something resembling a realization.
He finally understood all those jokes of suicide,
Weren't jokes.
He watched it as I did,
Fearing for his life,
Not mine.
I looked at my reflection,
In the impartial steel.
Stared into the eyes of my tormentor for all these years.
I placed it against the roof of my mouth.
I looked for any sign of fear in my own self.
When I found none I pulled the trigger.
I heard nothing as I began my descent to the first floor.
A soft thud echoed as my lifeless corpse hit the unforgiving ground.
Instead of rushing for help,
My peers scurried to safety,
Leaving me alone.
Same in death,
As I was in life.
ALONE.