Bathing in spiders' webs,
Drinking down cups of bleach like water.
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,
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,
An ache crawling up from another pain.
That's biting away at the skin,
I wish there was nothing to feel.