As I looked down upon the ground, I felt the sorrow around my heart grow with every breath. Nothing could ever ease this pain that has grown for as long as I can remember. No one really cared. My mom was a drug addict. My father was dead. I didn't have friends. The guy I liked was oblivious to what I felt and ignored me like a piece of paper on the street.
Can someone like me ever be happy? I didn't think so. My clothes whipped around in the wind from being so high up. The crumpled, tear-stained note in my hand poked the skin in painful places. I look down at all the cars that were driving along on their way to work and school. It was graduation day at school. Everyone would be there except for me. The nerd. The loner. The boy that sat alone at lunch because there was no one to talk to.
My hair was blowing in the wind, brushing against my forehead. I look up at the sky. The sky was a bright pink and orange. The clouds were wispy and thin. I could hear someone yelling for help as they saw me standing there on the building's roof. My toes were hanging off the edge.
"Don't jump!" someone yells.
"What are you thinking? Get down from there!" another person yells.
I take a deep breath and look in front of me at the horizon. I could almost find peace standing on the edge. I close my eyes and lean forward.