There's so many times that I've seen myself standing at the edge. So many times that I wish to let go of the ledge.
Oh how I wish that I could just fall. How I wish I could be free. How I want to feel the wind that's rushing through my hair.
The gentle breeze soothing me, as my death awaits for me. I wait as my breath kept leaving me, and I count till the last.
I will wait for the impact that will end it all.
- JoinedDecember 31, 2014