Self Harm

I sit crumpled into a shriveled little pile,
Stomach twisting into knots
And gagging up rotten tastes
That just sit on my tongue
Long after the sick fit has passed.
My lips feel like paper for skin,
And I ache in every inch of me.
My cells scream for water
And nourishment,
But I sit spell bound and dumb.
Blankly staring at the wall
Or my phone.
My head feels like it has been cut off
From the rest of my body
As it self destructs,
And part of me is starting not to mind.
I close my eyes imagining snip, snip, snip,
Floating in the void that I built to shut the world out.
I'm losing control again.