Death of the living

She stood on the cliff ready to fly is this what she lived life up to? Just to simply die? She closed her eyes trying to bring back reason to survive. Nothing came to mind. Did she really have no reason to be alive? She opened her eyes again. Why didn't she have any future goals to obtain? She thought to just walk away but what reason did she have to stay? Go back to a life of pain and hurt? Her whole life she was kicked around and treated like dirt. She took a step forward and fell. Finally she got away from life, a living hell. Soon she would be in a better place with white robes made of lace with pretty feather wings on her back for her faith was strong and it did not lack