Paranoia...

They are all around me. I hear them whisper, pointing at me. They never stop. They watch my every move. They invade my sleep, I have no peace. I don't go out anymore, I find no safety in crowds. I can't sleep, I'm exhausted. I don't bother to wash or to dress. Curled up in a ball in a corner of my room, I take the last puff of my cigarette, drag the last of the stale wine and look up the rope dangling from the ceiling.
As I pull the noose tightly around my neck, they watch, silent vigils.