Suicide-Personal Narrative

The tears roll silently and steadily down my face, dripping gently onto my now damp t-shirt. I make no move to wipe them away. What’s the point? They won’t be falling much longer anyway. many people say suicide is for cowards. but if a coward could stand up here, look down on the streets below and still jump, they deserve a medal. No, I don’t think I’m a coward. I have lived years of, what seems like endless bullying.I look down and gasp loudly, my heart thumps unevenly in my chest. I force myself to say conscious, I want to jump, not fall. Nine stories up, I close my eyes. The tears continue to fall.

I HAD to do this, there was no other choice. I couldn’t live anymore being called a fool, no matter how used to it I’ve become. I wait for my