The tears....

Drip... drop.... drip... drop...

Goes the sound of the tears falling from the young twenty two year old womans cheek.

Drip....drop.... drip... drop...

They hate me.... she murmurs to herself in her mind.... they don't love me.....

Drip.... drop.... drip.... drop....

They would love me if I was pretty like her.... if I could wear those kinds of clothes.... I bet....

Drip.... drop.... drip.... drop....

If I could be unselfish like her.... if I could have her smile and be escentric like her.... maybe they would love me...

Drip... drop... drip.... drop...

Maybe if I was responsible my parents would love me and everyone would love me...

With that she hung the rope around her neck, attached it to a tree and jumped off the cliff.... without another thought.