I stand, my feet hanging over the edge. My eyes full of tears, my heart throbbing faster than ever before. I look down, it is about twenty meters down. I move my feet closer to the edge. I stare down. If I did this, would it make a difference? I only had one song, and it's because of that song I'm here, it's because of that song I cry, it's because of that song I have no privacy, it's because of that song... I hear feet. I look to my side, no one. I shuffle closer to the edge. A woman driving past spots me.
"DON'T DO IT" she screams, but I don't care, I have had it, and it's over for me.