Shared Story Revision (Note: it's against my religion to swear. Even if someone else did it first.)
She stood at the edge of a precipice, between one moment and the next. Staring at the physical representation of her life. She felt regret for all of the things she missed out on in life, and guilt for all of the things she did wrong; all the times she could have visited her Grandma in the hospital before she died of a massive heart attack, all the children she never had. But it wasn't entirely her fault, it was others too, the voices in her head. The voices that kept talking in her head, each one stranger than the last.

"where are my farm tools?" asked one; there was a moment of silence as they all waited for and answer. A direction. "where are the got d*** tools at! S***!" Screamed the voice.
"We're right here, n*****, d***!" said a voice that sounded like Beyonce.
She really hated being schizophrenic. She looked back at the precipice, a gap between her world and reality.