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.