Choices, choices

The stars tonight look enchanting.
So charming, I decide to get out of my apartment and head to the emergency exit and climbed up.

My head's been heavy for weeks.
Months.
Years.
How many days? I've lost count.

The roof.
The air is fresh; the city lights are reflecting the stars in colors…
The ledge is enticing, so very enticing.
Confusingly luring.

It's what you get from a depression for nothing: a feeling of hating life and loving death but fearing it at the same time.

[1, 2, step...]
I chose my worst.

And oh, how lovely are the stars.