[ WP ] You 've had enough . Life is just too damn hard . It 's time . Only , on your way to the bridge , you spot someone else standing on the ledge already .

My parents are dead... 
 
 The line of a suicide written in earnest, you see when your reason for living is taken away. Well you no longer have a reason to live. My child was dead before she even took her first breath. Still-born they told me that day at the doctors office. I was then so gently informed that I had developed ovarian cancer... a mother without a child. A woman incapable of giving birth. Growing up my friends told me that I would make a great mother. I kept diaries of how much I would love my children, give them so much affection they would drown in it all. The gentle laughter escapes from my lips. 
 
 Four months into the future.... 
 My father was dead, an accident involving a drunk driver. So fucking cliche' the driver was n't even charged with vehicular manslaughter. They blamed my father for the accident. The man who had cradled me in his arms after I lost my child. The man who stood there stoically as I puked from crying so hard after having my dreams torn asunder. A woman who lives to spoil her children, and raise them right. A woman who lost everything that day. The man who carried me down the aisle away from my ex-boyfriend on the wedding day. The pictures had been damning. Another woman pregnant with his children. The betrayal cut me deep. 
 
 
 Six months later my mother ended her own life.... 
 After my father passed, my mother took to the bottle. Funny, she never showed any emotion until he passed. She was prone to fits of rage against my father. He just took it all and after she was done. He would smile gently at her and whisper in her ears. `` I know you love me, it's not your fault dear'' she would then breakdown in his arms. I wished my boyfriend had been strong like that. But that woman was now long gone. A shell of her remained. She could n't take it anymore. A bullet through the brain made sure her end was quick. 
 
 I was n't a coward... no bullet going through my brain. 
 I walked down the bridge at night, it was barely illuminated by the broken street lamps. As I approach the spot, I could hear crying. So I was going to walk away from it all. Leave the bridge when a voice from the dark speaks out to me. `` Leaving, so soon''
