I take a deep breath
The air is glass
Slicing through my lungs
I’m choking 

I lay my head down 
The bed is made of nails 
Piercing through my skin
I’m weary

I drift off to sleep
Hands grab at me in the black
Ripping at my sides
I’m petrified

I awake and grab a glass of water
The acid stings on its way down
Blistering my insides
I’m suffering

I smile in the mirror 
A twisted reflection appears
My teeth clatter in the sink
Surviving is an arduous task