the wind rushed through her veins as she took her last breath

Standing, even when it hurts

to be on her own two feet.

flaming coals

burn from her toes

to the ends of her soul

She stands on the ledge

and cries for the things

she has worked for.

sweat and tears

are supposed to form

an ocean of opportunity.

Instead, they were wasted

and left her dehydrated

Her arms reach out beside her

She prays for someone to guide her

and realizes her words are in vain

lost in the space around her

lingering like a bad hangover.

Sadness sits heavy on her chest

she wonders, was this even worth it?

She looks down at the world below;

there's no such thing as "making it"

anymore.

The sounds of traffic yell out her name

asking her body and blood to come down

and let the earth swallow her remains.

Accepting the cold cement to be her grave

She looks up at the clouds in the sky

and wishes she could live on one, let it

embrace her and her fears.

she takes a breath

and jumps.