Underwater

I start the water. As it fills the tub. And move my hand down my arm to rub. Rub the cuts I've made. I'm watching my pool of death rise to the top. I can't wait for it to stop. I hear people banging on the doors. Trying to get me to stop. They try and call the cops. I stop the water at the highest point. As I lite up my last joint. I slowly move into my pool of death. Taking my last breath. Going under the water. Not even making a shutter. I hear the door getting broken down. They save me before I can drown. I get to the hospital. I thought it'd be impossible. Making this choice. All I can hear in my head is my own voice.