I found the highest building in the city, and climbed up. As I looked over the edge, at people buzzing past about their lives, it seemed calm. I raised one foot over the edge, ready to fall. I expected more. Ambulances, firemen, people with loudspeakers telling me I had so much to live for. I stood still for twenty minutes, one foot raised over the edge, ready to fall. Not a soul looked up. When I took the plunge, nothing stopped. The world carried on around my broken body.