No one is getting saved here

I clawed my eyes from their sockets
and chewed off the tips of my fingers.
I bruised my knees, scarred my thighs.

In my madness, I must have forgotten to bite my tongue.

I spit my words through clenched teeth
and kissed venom upon your lips.

But,
i had burnt off every nerve ending
and wasn't capable of feeling.

Hollow sockets never saw:
I had ripped off your limbs along the way,
and torn your heart right from your chest.

Our home was littered with brain matter
from you,
from me.

Somehow, 
words hadn't managed to suffocate your brain
and you emerged from the flames
with your self intact.

I am hoping.
I am hoping.

I am coping.

How you did it, I still don't know.
I'm still losing fingernails
trying to pull myself out.