• The edge is so near, life has betrayed me, will anyone miss me? My friends are fake; people look down upon me, as if I didn’t deserve you. You made me feel like I belonged, I felt loved in your arms. Your funeral was beautiful, but not as beautiful as the smile you gave me, those perfect blue eyes telling me that I was beautiful. Why did you leave me to be trampled by my ”friends” They said you never loved me, is this true? Perhaps I’ll ask when I join you there. Is death as sweet as I imagine it to be? I can’t wait to see that perfect smile again, but I can’t help but wonder if it was fake all along. Was it some façade, a joke played on a bet by your stupid friends? An illusion of passion, a mockery of love. I wish I could feel hurt, but I miss you. Did you know I still dream of you and me? It felt so real, so right. So tell me, are you watching me now, as I contemplate stepping over the ledge? I’d do anything for you, but do you still care. Do you care if I give up my life for you? I’m wearing that dress, the one you loved so much. You always said it made me look like a porcelain doll. Everyone else said it made me look dead. You made me feel so loved, they made me feel fake. I wish I could trust you, believe you were different, but I am not a doll, so you can’t toy with my heart. I step away from the ledge, refusing to prove to them that I’m weak. I can live without you. I’ll always keep our song in my head, and that teddy bear hugged to my heart. The love we felt was real. Even If I’m wrong, I’ll keep your suicide note pressed between the pages of your favorite book, marking your spot between the stained pages.