Overthinker

I step into the bathroom, on the tiles of dazzling white
There is no way I can tell the events that are insight.

A shower, that's what I need, I feel almost dead inside
I need the rushing warmth only a shower can provide.

I reel down the blinds, flick the switch, and turn the heaters up
My brother been in and there's no hot water, just my luck.

I take off all my clothes and grab a towel out
And I step into the shower as the hot water begins to spout.

But I've slipped before I can close my eyes, I'm stumbling, I've lost my breath,
All I can see is so much blood, and I'm sure that I've met my death.