I stand on the edge, feeling the cool breeze whip
at my face. Tears started to trickle down my face, falling
from my chin and hitting the pavement below.
I felt myself tip forward, the edge leaving the soles of my feet.
For other people, this was suicide. For me,
This was freedom.
And I knew right then, that
I was going to die.
Where was I going?
My life was falling.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
I stand on the edge, feeling the cool breeze whip
at my face. Tears started to trickle down my face, falling
from my chin and hitting the pavement below.
I felt myself tip forward, the edge leaving the soles of my feet.
For other people, this was suicide. For me,
This was freedom.
And I knew right then, that
I was going to die.
Where was I going?
My life was falling.
