Drip. (A Sad Poem)

Drip.

I'm in my bathroom.
I truly hate my life.
I suppose I'm just broken
And I'll never have a wife
Or a husband
Or a lover of any kind
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad
If I left it all behind.

I'm still sitting in my bathroom.
I hear a tune from my shower:
Drip, drip, drip
That sound held so much power
As I sit there for an hour
Contemplating my sour and over rated existence.

I'm standing in my bathroom.
Then I notice my salvation
A cold steal blade
Save me from this fucked up condemnation
A loveless suffocation
Nothing left but my frustration

So I take that feeble weapon
As I feel the dark angel beckon
And I know that just in seconds
I'll be regrettin' nothin' anymore

So I slice that soft skin open
From my palm down to my elbow
And the blood flows down my arm
And I hear that sound
So familiar
Like I'd heard it moments before
But I had
Drip
Drip...
...Drip...