This is a little non-rhyming poem, from April's POV. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Ain't mine.
Please R&R
So I'm here
My fingers tracing the tiles
Of the bathroom floor
And my breathing is slowing
And my eyes are closing
And I can't
But I must
Sitting up on the bathroom floor
Mentally counting the tiles
Though I already know them all
And the water is running
Fast
To match my beating heart
And I stand
And my head is reeling
But the edges of the bathtub support me
The water is cold
Too cold
But it doesn't matter
Nothing matters
Not anymore
The water around me
Hugging me
Freezing me
Numbing me
Hands
Icy blue
Gripping the razor
And it's fast
And it's done
And I'm gone