You have wanted to take your life for a while now but ever chance you take, there always seems to be someone else who arrives to the school rooftop before you, each time they tell you their woes and apologise, saying they feel ‘better’ now and dissapear.

Today was different. For the very first time you see someone with the same pains as you, having done this time and time again, she wore a yellow cardigan

“I just want to stop the scars that grow every time that I go home..”