by Candice Rijavec

About The Book

Standing on the edge of one of the tallest buildings in New York. Staring at the blue city lights. Beautiful but hopeless. Empty. Meaningless. How could a world full of people, not notice my pain? How did I get here? You don’t just suddenly want to end it all because of once incident. It comes from living a life full of pain that just does not seem to stop. I can’t handle it anymore. The emptiness. The loneliness. The pain swallowing me up, suffocating the very air I breathe. No one is even around to notice that I’m standing here. I have passed a thousand faces and not one stopped to ask why there are tears streaming down my face. If I jump… when I jump, will anyone even notice my body lying there… cold, dead on the concrete floor… as cold and as hard as the life that I have lived? They would probably just walk around me and not even notice the tears still streaming down my lifeless eyes. I suddenly wake up, overwhelmed and paralysed. It was as if shifting from one reality into another. It was just a dream. But yet, it’s not; it’s my life… my fears, my pain, my past. I lie in my bed, motionless, staring at the wall. The reality of re-living the pain, all over again, consumed me. How did I get here? How did I end up on the edge of that building? I was about to jump. How did I end up wanting to end it all?

About The Author

Author: Candice Rijavec