It Ends In The End

ing me here, I look down and somehow my phobia isn't

r voice tells

ing and bustling of people and cars, the smoke coming from industries in the

e "No I can't cry..not now..

stance, "I should hurry" I look down once more and shut my eyes, the tears finally flowing "Bye mum, I love you...But I can't take it anymore". I turn my back to the edge and I

and this is the