Bathing in agony. Covered in shame. These walls cave in. Only myself to blame. Pill after pill, I prepare myself for the morning ahead. My body folds, writhing in pain. No one is here for me. Bathing in agony. Covered in shame. I listen to the running water. It fills the bathtub slowly. I am trampled by thoughts. Weighed down by memories. I lay my head still, welcoming an infinite sleep. My sacrifice for you. An endless cycle of ache. Still conscious, I am paralyzed. Eyes wide open, staring aimlessly. Water begins to fill the floor. Rising slowly, so poetically. I begin to choke, this is what I crave. I am a masochist, in my blood I bathe. Drowning in my own self-hatred, I can feel my lungs as they begin to fail. Bathing in agony. Covered in shame. This burden of living never seems to end. As I lay my body and take the devil's hand. In this holy water. In this chamber of sin. Born into filth. I die alone.