Breath Of Air

I have scratched myself so much,
That it is almost as if,
I am wearing a thinck coat of cuts,
So thick I don't get a whiff,
Of the outside world,
Of all it's noises and smells,
I am too wrapped up,
In my small shell,
I am protecting myself,
From the eturnal hell,
That is my life,
And I can't tell,
A soul on this earth,
So I stay inside my coat,
Not able to communicate,
And that is what i wrote,
This little poem,
This gasp for air,
Though it's a frail attempt,
Now I won't tear,
So much of my skin,
I won't rip is to shreds,
Too much but I,
Will get him out of my head,
For a moment,
A breath of air,
But I will soon plunge down,
Into black dispair.