I fall on the bed clutching my head

These negative thoughts are driving me to the brink of insanity

Tired of tears stinging my eyes

Blurred eyesight, a howling in my ears

My body is weak and I fight to breathe

My brain is struggling to string together coherent thoughts

I cough into my hand only to find blood

I know I'm dying; I'm about to give up

Faith has left me long ago; God is no longer on my side

Empty cartons of cigarette boxes litter the floor of this shoebox

The smell of burning books and smoke linger in the night air

Windows fogged over, like my heart

Love given up on, loyalty is discarded

My hair is soaked by sweat; I shiver with the cold and continue to breath deeply

Glowing embers slightly ignite the darkened room, my fingers twitch and the light is extinguished

Incandescent brown orbs stare back at me from the broken mirror,

Books with pages ripped out are thrown into a heap, some burned for heat, others just mutilated from hatred.

A picture lays in the corner of the dingy room, green and blue gray eyes stare back with hatred

I sneer and throw my discarded cigarette at it; I toss my blanket off my shoulders and burrow into the confines of my tiny bed.

I can still feel the eyes burning into my back, I whip around and snarl at the picture, and I can almost see them shrink away.

My friends are now enemies, foe and ally are now the same, darkness has clouded my brain

My heart is as cold as ice, the icy rain dancing into front of my window pane are like the tears my heart now spills.

Suicidal thoughts are always passing through the tolls of my brain; they are permanently kept in the back of my mind as though on extended stay.

A mere thought is now persistently trying to grab my attention. I listen to its pitiful request and am now flooded by a newfound motivation.

I painstakingly slip out of the creaky bed and slip on some pants and a pair of shoes. No need for a jacket, I now embrace the coldness.

I wrench open the door and quickly decide on grabbing my wand,

The picture almost glows with significance and I cast an amused glance at it, I walk slowly over to it and smirk down upon it " You'll be happy now, you can finally sleep well at night knowing that trash like me has now been disposed of." I crumple up the picture at their horrified expressions and cast it in the trash.

I walk over to the door now and turn and look around the cramped one room apartment. I give it one last disgusted look before slamming the door shut and slowly make my way down the long, narrow staircase.

I have sealed my fate, may I finally find my awaiting destiny.

I walk out my apartment building with only one destination in mind, London Bridge.