I'm standing.

I'm swaying.

Because I'm not ready to fall yet.

It was too much.

I've always been prepared for everything.

Not this.

I've never been prepared for this.

I've always had a plan.

My life has always been planned out.

But now I'm broken.

That was never part of the plan.

My life is too much.

What my life has become is too much to bear.

I've always wanted everything so much.

Nothing has ever stopped me from getting what I want.

I'm sure as hell nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want now.

I don't want to be broken anymore.

I don't want to cry anymore.

But I can't get that.

So I get the next best thing.

I want to die.

So die, I will.

That is how I got here.

Up on the top of this bridge.

No traffic has moved.

I'm pretty sure they're sending somebody up here to talk me down.

I don't look.

I don't want to know.

Because whoever it is.

They don't understand.

The world is cruel.

It set my sights on the most magical thing in the world.

Broadway.

Then the world turns against me.

Broadway is no longer a magical place.

Whatever is after death.

That is my magical place now.

The world seemed so understanding.

So why did it turn against me?

Why does everyone hate me?

Shelby.

Mom.

Mother.

I hate you.

I loathe you.

How could you do that?

How could you send Jesse after me?

How could you make me love him?

How could you snatch him away?

Why was it all for nothing?

I hope you rot in hell.

I thought you should know.

I smashed the cup.

When I got home I threw that cup against the wall.

Then I stomped on it.

I just thought you should know.

I'll see you in hell.

Jesse.

I'm not mad.

I'm not angry, not even a little.

I'm hurt.

I'm destroyed.

I'm broken beyond repair.

You put the thought of this bridge in my head.

I want to scream.

I'm crying now, all because of you.

Don't worry this wasn't your fault.

It was my mothers.

You just gave me the idea.

You just put the image of this bridge in my brain, until it drove me insane.

My life is pointless now.

Why should I live?

You smashed an egg on my forehead.

How could you?

How could you do that to me?

And you tried to take my virginity?

That's low, even for you.

I guess that just shows how worthless I am, or how worthless I feel.

Finn.

You broke me more times than everyone in glee club put together.

Is this what you wanted?

Did you want me to die?

That's what you told me in my dreams.

In my dreams, you always coded: I want you to die into your words.

Maybe that was reality.

I guess I'll never know.

Quinn.

I have nothing to say to you.

Tina.

I wonder why you did it.

I wonder why you stood by and let the others tear me down?

Both of our fathers are abusive.

So, how could you?

Mercedes.

You are a wonderful singer.

You really are.

But Mercedes.

You are an awful, terrible person inside.

You saw me get slushied, you didn't even help me get cleaned off.

You knew this would happen.

I know you saw.

I know you saw my cuts.

You didn't help me clean those off either.

You practically picked at them.

Until they turned into scars.

Permanently imbedded into my skin.

This is your fault to.

Kurt.

I'm sorry people made fun of you.

I'm not mad that you made fun of my clothes.

I just figured.

We are the biggest outsiders in the school.

Why didn't we stick together?

Maybe it was because you spent so much time running away from me.

I really am Kurt.

I really am sorry.

I wish you the best of luck.

I hope you make it big, bigger than I ever did.

But Kurt.

You can't defy gravity forever.

Puck

Noah.

How could you?

How could you be so cruel?

How could you give me no one to fall back on.

I f I had you.

I would fall off this bridge.

Right into your arms.

But you hate me.

So I can't.

If I did.

You'd let me fall.

I could have loved you to Noah.

But you never gave me the chance.

I wish you would've.

But you didn't.

So now I'm broken.

Now I'm dead inside.

Now I wish I was dead all over.

Congratulations world.

You did it.

I hate myself.

Because I'm not pretty.

Because I talk too much.

Because I want everything so bad.

Because I'm not worth it.

Brittney.

I've never really known you.

I know you're innocent.

I hope you're happy with Santana.

You guys are true love.

I hope you realize it, before it's too late.

Artie.

I hope you understand.

I hope you're not to upset that I killed myself.

But you won't be.

Because you called me annoying.

That's when I realized.

That's the exact second it happened.

The second I realized I'm really not that pretty.

I can sing.

But no one will like me enough to ever hire.

Because I'm unlikable.

Because I'm unlovable.

Thank you.

Thank you for helping me realize what I was meant to do.

You're a Bitch Santana.

I know I dress badly.

I know I'm not pretty.

I know I'm annoying.

I know I'm short.

How could you though?

Were Glee club.

Were family.

But I guess the truth is, I've never really had a family.

So thank you for helping me realize that.

But… why did you have to be so cruel?

Why were you so hurtful.

Artie made me realize I'm worthless.

Jesse made me realize, that I could escape from pain.

Shelby gave me the strength to get up here.

You, Santana, helped me realize I'm alone.

I know I'm worthless.

You helped me realize I'm alone, and I always will be.

No one will ever love me.

Mr. Schue.

You stood by.

You let them tear me down.

You watched me cry.

Is this what you wanted?

Because this is what you got.

But thanks for that little bit of hope.

Do you remember when you saw my first cut?

I do.

You held my arm, and you hugged me close.

But you never said anything else.

Which is why I believe.

This is what you wanted.

Not saying anything was your way of telling me it was okay.

So I'm just doing what you told me.

I'm just doing what I was meant to do.

I'm ready now.

I'm ready to leave it all behind.

I'm ready to let go.

I'm ready to jump.

I'm ready to fly.

The man who is here to help me down has finally arrived.

I almost feel bad.

He took that long climb.

All for me.

All for nothing.

He just looks at me.

This one long sad look.

It almost says.

You can if you want to.

But I don't want to.

I need to.

I give him a small smile.

I whispered: I'm sorry.

Then I jumped.

Just like that.