failed su!c!d3

You sat on the edge of the old iron bridge, your legs dangling over the side. The night was cold, and the city lights below seemed like a distant galaxy, indifferent to your pain. At sixteen, you felt like an invisible burden, drifting through a series of foster homes. Tonight, the weight of your loneliness was too much to bear. You close your eyes and leaned forward, ready to end it all. Suddenly, a rush of wind pulled you back "hey kid bad idea jumping off the bridge"