My room has been scrubbed from roof to floor I cleaned it from morning til night Soon is the time the pain goes away And not a single soul is in sight I run a hot bath and slowly climb in It’s silly I know this thought I’m in this warm bath and all I can think Is do I add bubbles or not I decided to add them to relax my soul I watch as they glisten and glow I reach with my toes to turn the water off And grab the razor above me so slow I take a deep breath and look all around I put the blade to my skin Content with this choice, I then hear a voice “You need music to help you ease in” I climb out the bath and grab a speaker I shuffle and scroll through a list Nothing seems fit to guide me through this So I put on the radio to assist Back in the bath I close my eyes I pray and then pay the price I cut both my wrist and sink down below It burns and tingles so precise There’s no bright light just pain and regret As time begins to leave I scream out for help but no one is here This was my goal to achieve I slip down below the water so cold My head hit as it dropped I shivered and gave in to the darkness Until finally, the chill stopped.