If you can't see, this is what it says.

I step into the humidity
Steam rising, water splashing.
I curl up into a ball under the heavy water
Almost too hot to touch
But I don't feel it.
I grab my head, squeezing it in between my arms.
I still don't feel it.

The metal is slippery in between my fingers.
So is my flesh.
I remember that I shaved last night.
Last night.
Everything was fine, normal.
Why did I wake up feeling like this?

Glinting with moisture it makes lines
On my thighs, my wrists
The lines vomit red.
The water ravishes at the crimson, hungry
Turning bloody with satisfaction.
Something in me, makes me continue
Continue to feed the ravenous water.
I can't satisfy it.
I can't satisfy anyone

Washing away the mess, I leave
I don't see anyone in the mirror
I can't see. I can't hear
Much less smell, taste or feel, anyone

Now I am here
Still bleeding
Externally, internally
It doesn't matter.
Pushing this pen to paper
I only want to feel love.
To love someone
To be loved.
Apparently thats too much to ask.
Too much.

What's the point of living?
Of feeling
Of smelling
Of tasting
Of seeing
Of hearing
When half the time I can do none of those things

When I can
I only feel, smell, taste, see and hear pain.
Without love.
Without anything.
But hurt.
Would somebody save me?
Please?