Sitting on the window of the 9th floor, I though, if i jump down, what will be that last thought that i would take to hell with me.

That was just a simple, rainy and windy day, and i was drunk as hell. This night, i heard the most unwanted "No", as never before.

Don't think that i was going to throw myself down, no, the window was my favourite place for smoking, and that what i was doing. I was thinking: "Why?" and then, "What is next".

Shaking off the ashes from the cigarette, in to the "dark abyss", i asked myself that question. I could not unswer it, but i defenetly know that this thought wouldn't be of her.

I know (have proved to myself by making a small survey) that every one, every single person, one day had a thought of suicide, and all i wan't to know, what did they think about (what made them think about that), and as for you, who reads this post, what would be your last though, if you just jump down of the window, during this fleeting seconds, when