Its time...

Standing at the edge of precipice,
She looks below and smiles;
As the wind plays with her hair,
She waits for it to start,for it to slowly tear her apart.
But she feels nothing as she falls,
Just peace and wind and the seagull's call.
A gleeful smile forms at her lips as her end finally draws near,
Her being is filled with relief and a bit of fear.
She hits the rock bottom harder than she anticipated,
It'll be a while before the world fades.
The pain she feels now seems like a tickle.
She drinks up the beauty of the stars one last time,
She closes her eyes and whispers "It's time."....

It was just the ocean who silently mourned her death.
And wished someone had loved her, wished some one had cared...