Literature
Suicide.
Never In my life would I have pictured myself where I am at this very moment. Rain just pours silently onto the pavement. Soundless. Cruelly giving me hours of time for thinking. I could easily stand up on the thin black railing, lean forward,and feel the exhilarating wind through my hair as I fell off the dark bridge. One move, it would be all too easy to end all my pain. Right here and right now.
But I have this strange feeling. A feeling that, makes me think that inches before my skin touches the surface of the calm river, I'll regret my actions. I'll beg for another chance at life, but it'll be just too late. At the same time I can't ju