My whispers

The rough cemented surface,
Presses cold against my skin.
My hair,
It stands on it's very end
Darkness is all I see.

My skin so tight,
It's swallowing me.
It's coated.
Covered in sick tears of despair.

My legs,
My arms,
Are sprawled.
I lay motionless on my back

My whispers.
They continue.
They're so far
----Away from me.
They're telling all my secrets.
----Can't you see?
They're ruining me.

Please let me keep my secrets.
I cannot set them free.
Please stop telling my secrets.
I need them inside,
---to breathe.