You really shouldn’t stand so close to the ledge

You’ve been contemplating this for years now. This feeling never went away. It doesn’t help that money is tight and you’re barely getting by. You’re not living. Your surviving. Standing over the ledge of a cliff your mind goes quiet. It’s an eerie feeling.

That is until a deep voice cuts through it.

Warnings and Tropes:

DEAD DOVE

Suicidal Thoughts

Attempt

Kidnapping

Assault

Torture

Gore

Praise

Stalking

Possible age gap

Obsessive Behavior

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So this is a little of a vent kinda. I think about death a lot, more than I should really. I’ve been to therapy and all that it’s just I sometimes feel really broken like there’s something fundamentally wrong with me and I can’t fix it but I want to fix it. I’m getting too deep now ik nobody cares just know this is personal to me.