Torture

Watoosh. Here comes the whip again.
The pain races to every inch of my body.
My screams echo in this empty room.
I curl up in agony but no one can see.
I scream and i scream till my lungs hurt,
but no one comes, they never will.
Now its time for the spikes.
They Peirce the skin. The blood squirts out.
My head thrusts back from the pain.
I hit it on the concrete floor.
I'm screaming, pleading for it to stop.
The pain is unbearable as i sit in suspense,
not knowing what will happen next.
I sit motionless apart from the tears that fall.
Then smack. Right across the back of my head.
I'm knocked out cold.
I only wake when my head is thrust in to a bucket of icy cold water.
Where it is held as the minutes go by.
Then just as I'm on the brink of death its pull up.
Why does it tease me like this.
I wish it would just kill me.
I use my last bit of energy to scream.
I scream till my lungs bleed.
But again no one comes.
But thats because these screams aren't real.
The pain isn't physical, but mental, emotional.
Its what my mind inflicts upon itself.
This is self torture. It happens everyday.