(A free poem) And there he stands, tears streaming down his face and eyes locked on the waves breaking on the bottom of the cliff. There is only one thought in his mind: "Jump! And end it all." But something in him still clings to his life. To the life where he thinks he lost everything. He thinks nobody cares about him. That he has no one. That no one will ever love him. And that whatever he'll do nothing is gonna get better. Even though he still hesitates to jump. To end it all. One tiny voice in the back of his head is screaming at him to not throw it all away. But wait maybe that voices isn't in his head. No, the voices belongs to the person standing a bit behind him. Slowly he turns around only to find a total stranger standing there and telling him not to jump. To not end it all. In this moment something in him changes. A little bit of the spark and the faith in humanity he used to have comes back. Eleven month pass and he comes back to that exact cliff but this time not alone. No. This time with another person. This time with the total stranger he met the last time he was there. Most important is though that this time he doesn't want to jump. He doesn't want to end it all. Now, almost a year later, he stands there looking in the horizon, he didn't even notice last time, and is glad he didn't jump. He is glad he didn't end it all.