I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the society that ran me down for years, here I am wiping down my last tears,

Telling myself I can do it, maybe this tragic fall will leave a mark, my death will mark the society with guilt and shame for destroying our dreams and goals

I regret that I have to do this, but the society never cares until you on the edge, may this fall be memorized with a monument, that will scorn the society for generations to come.