• There I stood, on the roof. I looked down at the people below. They were all unaware of the hurt I've suffered. Completely oblivious to my pain. Oblivious to how lucky they are.

    I turned my eyes for a split second, only to see the door behind me slam open and a woman run out of the door. It was you, although I didn't know who it was at the time. I didn't care. I turned around and spread my arms, eyes closed.

    Then you screamed. I'd almost forgot anyone was there. I was scrambling through my mind for a reason not to do this. Then I felt your lips touch mine, as I started to lean backwards. You grabbed my waist to stop me falling, but I propelled myself off the ledge. 'Please', you whimpered, as I left the side of the building, and felt a rush of relief run over me. I'd let go of the world I hated so much. I opened my eyes as I fell further and further towards my death.

    Then I knew it was you.

    I closed my eyes, feeling completely numb, yet at the same time, guilty. I'd given myself the idea you wanted this. But whether you did or not was irrelevant. I did. I couldn't live in this world any more. The very reason I was here is over with. I'm of no more use to this world any more.

    I just wish I could've yelled through the numbness, the pain, the guilt and the wind passing my ears. I wasn't strong enough. This world had weakened me to the point I couldn't tell my one love that I'm sorry...