I’m leaving. Not a person, or place. Well maybe a place, I’m leaving this world. I’m going to die and come back as a new person. A new soul.

As I stand on the roof of this building, I think about my past memories. The things I’ve done and said. The people that came in and out my life. I think about everything before I will step off. I want to cry but I know I should be happy. This world doesn’t need me, and I don’t need it. I smile and let out a small chuckle as I lift one foot up. “Goodbye world” I say. Maybe not goodbye, as I will come back as a better soul. But simply see you later.