I've been suicidal for months so I turned to music and it's been helping. One day I lose it and run into my room on the third floor or attic of my parents house.I send my best friend a text -Goodbye (y/n) and hit send. I walk over to the window and open it and plan to jump until I hear your voice and I turn around tears rolling down my face. "I'm so sorry," I say about to let go of the window frame.
And then he was gone, and the world was all noise and sound and fury, but I couldn't hear any of it, not really, and I couldn't find the words and I didn't want to see it any more, not without him. -Bridget.