against the glass
she pressed her aching head,
full of somber thoughts that envied the dead.
its cold touch was a familiar feeling.
its natural barrier prevented her from reeling
forward
she wanted to fall.
just one slight leap would end it all.
another failure she intended to forestall.
she prayed to god no one would call
her
for she wished for death.
she wished not to take another shaky breath.
after all, she deserved to rest.
wait, adolescence is naught but a test.

a mere exam to weed out the smart.
the very few that desired to finish what they start.

as she peered into the light that exuded from the glass,
she realized her breath no longer came in short gasps.
with a soft smile, she climbed down from the sill
and thanked the light for giving her the will.