The Cliff

It would take five seconds. Not even. To never see anything again. But something holds me back, makes me look up as the evening sun sinks lower into the sky.
Nobody cares, I remind myself. But I stand there, hypnotised by the beauty of the setting sun. No one calls to me, worried about my safety. Nobody even looked up when I walked out.
It would just take a step.. One measly little step. But there's so much I haven't seen.. How can I see them when my eyes become glassy?
I suffer through my turmoil alone, nobody notices that I, the one who laughs at any little thing, the one who never stops smiling, is dead inside.
I could be dead outside, too, I say aloud, sitting on the cliff face to watch the sun disappear altogether. But do I truly want to never see such beauty again?
It wouldn't be hard to jump off.. I think I'd rather enjoy the fall. To feel suffering replaced by exhilerating fear. Then to feel nothing at all.
I look at my arms, for the first time in ages. All the scars, they remind me of what I am, who I am. I trace one lightly with my finger, and feel a mad sense of pleasure in remembering the blood that came from it. It showed me that I wasn't as dead inside as I felt.
I remember something I saw a few months ago.. "I bleed just to know I'm alive." How true that is..
I hear footsteps, and quickly hide my arms.
I jerk too hard, and I fall, down, down into the torrent of water below.
The fall's over before it begins.
My life's over before it begins.
The sun has set in the sky, ending another day, ending another life.