Slip through this closing gate

Looking frantically around for any privacy, he slammed the bathroom door, locked it, and slid onto the cold tiled floor.His tears were hot and heavy, his body was alienated, and his mind caged. Crying was no longer an occasional release, but an inevitable pastime, making the evenings never ending. He reviewed his life, and once again found no silver lining. Tomorow would be just as bad as today, maybe worse, for tomorrow held a secret not worth looking forward to. Tomorrow was judgment day. It seemed so definite, it seemed so hopeless. But finally he found the answer, so obvious, there could be no other way out...the weeks behind him were unmemorable, the weeks ahead endless, this had to be the answer. But was he strong enough? Doubtful..few are. But he was decided, this was it. Fumbling around the counter he caught eyes with himself in the mirror. His face was pale, his forehead damp, his cheeks flushed, and his hand shaking. So this really was it.

'Oh fuck!' He cried looking past the ceiling to the sky, 'Oh fuck, let me die! Dear God please let me die!'