Alone.

His sight blurred before he hit the dresser. Crash! Sounds of picture frames and books hit the floor along with the sound of his body. Lifeless and limp. Then sirens came and the sound of his heart grew louder by the minute, the clock ticked and people wailed and cried as the paramedics fussed over him. He dresses himself in black and lashes out to those who care. His weakness shields him from the world and hangs over him like a veil. His face his blank yet covered in pain overpowering any chance of becoming better, becoming healthy. He emerges from the dark, his shadows in tow. He has different personalities, they each swamp him and take over his life.
I was him.
This was my life. I had limited time before I decided to self destruct and everyday was an ongoing battle between my heart and my head.
My heart looked for a laugh in a sea of sadness but my head looked for a scream in a forest of happiness. I sat in the bathroom staring at the bright, orange bottle sat in front  of me. My girlfriend says I'm crazy but the doctors say that it's not me. As a fact, it isn't me. My personality is spilt. There are people inside me and they're tearing me from inside to out! There are voices in my head and they tell me things, they say that I'm not good enough, they say I don't deserve to live! I lash out at the ones I love. I hit and scratch and kick. My girlfriend says loving me is like a war but she will never win. The doctor diagnosed me with depression and later diagnosed me as a schizophrenic. One voice here, another voice there. I don't have visual hallucinations I have audio hallucinations, my mind tells me do something or tells me something. I could be sitting in English and all of a sudden it would tell me to scream the person next to me, it would tell me that I'm not good enough, I should walk out. Everyday of my life I have one of my colleagues at school say something. "You're a freak", "you belong with the crazies", "you're mental" they'd shout things at me for days on end, make jokes and laugh at me and nothing but pain fills me, my heart aches and it feels like it's leaping out of my chest. For every thud my heart makes I take another pill. Trying and trying to end it all. Isn't it sad when your body goes numb, you've been hurt so many times that you can say "I'm used to it". They tell you to stay strong, that you'll make it through this, they say be brave. The bravest thing I have ever done is continuing to live when all I wanted to do is die. Life was like a nightmare yet sleep was my escape. There truly was a hell, believe me I had seen it. My life is a perfect disaster, I get lost inside my mind, exploring the depths and making friends with my enemies, the ones that live inside my head tormenting me. But this was it now, I wasn't having it anymore, i smiled devilishly before gently placing down my note on the kitchen table.
Down the winding roads I walked. Minutes ran by me until I got to my final destination. Remembering the jokes they made the things they said This was my time, my time to be free. I walked to the edge.
The beautiful sound of the train horn sweetly filled the air. It got closer. Closer. Closer.
I took my last breath, my last step and spoke my last words - "is your joke still funny?"
And that was when I said goodbye.