story | pjm ✔️

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04/03/2017 | 10.38 pm

i sat on the edge of the roof.

i looked down on the ground.

i was twenty floors above the ground.

if i jumped, my skull would break along with my other bones.

some people could call it a tragedy if that happened.

but some would call it a blessing.

it must be painful to die that way.

but it may be less painful than the pain some people are experiencing.

my feet were dangling at the edge of the roof.

i could easily stand up and jump off.

maybe it would be for the best.

i stood up on the edge as a tear escaped my eye.

there was a cold breeze, however it wasn't as cold as all those words that people have said to me.

i could hear leaves rustling and birds chirping.

the world is beautiful.

but so ugly at the same time.

the words that others have said were running through my mind.

they were driving me insane.

all i needed was someone.

i need a saviour to save me from myself.

i just need them.

someone.

anyone.

to save me.