Standing on the thin ledge
The world opens up in front of her
City lights, the tall skyscrapers windows, some with lights on and some off
and down below, cars queuing bumper to bumper
A pretty night view of the city
She doesn't see all those
her eyes are open, tears streaming down her cheeks
but she can't see clearly
she keeps hearing voices
it's your fault, you are nobody, you are useless!
I hate you! you can't do anything right!