spent so much time alone in my room human contact no longer does the things that it should do
so im sat on the edge of your bed, hoping to be swallowed by your duvet
later on watch my self-worth drain away, down the sink hole in the shower tray, with the chemicals that cleanse me of my shame.
get out the shower, turn the shaving mirror on it's side so i can hide from my reflection.
stare down at my body, to my stomach where muscle should be my gut is so soft you can punch right through, pull out my heart and tear it in two.