SUICIDE
Falling is never the same after the first time. Wind rushes past your face and quickly breezes through your hair! Your adrenaline sky rockets and you don’t want it to ever end… But sadly it does end… it ends the way you wanted it to… but you realize now, this isn’t what you really wanted it, It all ends… pitch black and in vein… Every horrible thing, every sadness, everything you thought was bad happens again before your very eyes… And then the blackness of death follows…
