Broken Bridge

As i start chasing, running into the night sky. I find a feeling, something, to good to let slide. Realizing I'm now reaching the end. I come to a bridge, its broken and bent. It has scars, rust forming on the sides. What does this mean, was this my life? I think about everything i did. I simply wonder, how, why not this. I walk up to the bridge, and touch the broken step. It burns many layers on my finger tips A rose lyes on the other side. So beautiful, yet, its not mine. I try to reach, go across the bridge. But the one step i took it started caving in. I jump back. realizing that this was everything my life had been. I proceed and take one step on the bridge, and began to fall. I open my eyes, the rose is in my hand. I see my best friend who had died when we were 10.