She stood there,
Her hands clutching the note explaining it all.
Why she was sorry
Why she did it
Why she didn't want anyone to cry
She stood there,
The wind howling at her back
Pushing her hair in her face
Pushing her shirt against her body
Pushing her one step closer to the edge
She stood there,
Thinking about her options
Was she to jump to her death
Was she to leave people who cared
Was she to just let it all go
She stood there,
Battling with her options
But instead of deciding
She tore herself apart
Her emotions taking over her body and mind
And instead of jumping
She fell
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
She stood there,
Her hands clutching the note explaining it all.
Why she was sorry
Why she did it
Why she didn't want anyone to cry
She stood there,
The wind howling at her back
Pushing her hair in her face
Pushing her shirt against her body
Pushing her one step closer to the edge
She stood there,
Thinking about her options
Was she to jump to her death
Was she to leave people who cared
Was she to just let it all go
She stood there,
Battling with her options
But instead of deciding
She tore herself apart
Her emotions taking over her body and mind
And instead of jumping
She fell
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