I thought it was the perfect night

When I went to my bathroom and sat there for a half hour

I poured the last drop of my shampoo on the floor

And watched it forming a small, thick puddle,

before I put a single drop of tear from my left eye

I dragged both feet to the tub and turned the tap

Ready to baptise my dead soul with thoughts that tasted foul

I said if I skipped life and went straight to death,

Buried my self-worth under a crushing silence

Six feet underground

Would I still feel the pain?