It's a strange and sad fact of life that we all must watch our entire life fall apart in front of our own eyes. It's dreadful, seeing the people you once loved so much turn their backs on you, being "laid off", a nice way of saying that you're a failure at your job and your life, and living alone. A silent house is terrifying to me, because it means that there's nothing left for me to live for. I'm alone here, with nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company.
It's sad to think that things may never get better, but it's true. That's why I'm here, standing at the edge of the highway. I know I may not be killed immediately from the impact of a car crushing my body, but at least I'll be left devastated by the crash. Then I can try again later. I'm not sure what's holding me back. Maybe it's fear. Maybe it's regret. Maybe it's the pain that has bound me to this Earth for years. I'm going to fight it. I have to end this now.
I see the semi-truck approaching too quickly for it to possibly slow down in time. I stand with my arms wide, welcoming what I craved so desperately.
Impact. I'm gone. I'm free. I've escaped.
I've found the end.