Soft moonlight echoes off the painted green metal of the bridge, no sound, nothing, it’s in the city but she doesn't’ hear anything. Her feet loosely balance her on the railing, the water 60 feet below splashes against the weathered supports but no sound, silence. The overhanging lights cast her grim shadow against the waves below, the shadow’s long hair waving with the wind as it blows over her. Draped over her shoulders, a green nightgown, this is what she’s chosen. Frozen in her eye, a tear that refuses to let go, something holds her back but simultaneously pushes her forward, she doesn’t know which to do, she’s confused, and hurt, and scared. Should this be it? Should I kill myself? Should I? Should I…

I was listening to Me, Myself, and I... The G-Easy song, and I don't know what happened... I couldn't sleep, my mind was racing, then I saw a picture... So I painted it... I painted how I felt the only way I know how, my writing... This.. scares and amazes me... I don't know if this is a blessing or curse, but I know this, I won't let another picture slip by, this is important to me... I need to say how I feel, I've never gotten to before, growing up in a Catholic Conservative household I was always told to be stoic, no more. I have to see myself think in words, I won't bottle up any more...