Bathing in spiders' webs,

Drinking down cups of bleach like water.

There's blood,

In the tub.

Bleach and blood.

I cry out until no one can hear me.

Though they couldn't hear me to begin with.

Tears falling onto my hands,

I don't know if they belong to me,

Everything is bleeding into to itself,

Yet so clear,

Too clear.

Feeling things I don't need to feel,

To much pressed into one,

I cannot suffer.

And I don't know how to repair myself.

I so desperately want to,

It aches.

An ache crawling up from another pain.

That's biting away at the skin,

The mind.

The heart.

I wish there was nothing to feel.