The walls enclose my vision. The tides turn into camouflaging coals. Its stings bite; they gnaw on the ragged flesh I'm left with to wither. They do a dance of rejoice to my claustrophobic helplessness. My grit of teeth claw my lips while my arms swerve frantically at nothingness. I take a thrust into the gore of its remains to keep it numb. The frustration replaces each time I stop hurting myself. Tears cluster at the corner of my mouth and the saltiness bitters my agony. It's a clear choice between the physical or the mental. I can't make up my mind. I can't live this way when misery wants to stay.

Can you comprehend this enough to feel the depth of torture? Times like this I wish religion would grant me contentment in rest.