Melting Alive Poem by If I say Im lost, Would you come find me

Its funny really.
There is no pain,
no anger,
no sorrow,
no feeling at all.
Yet when I look down at my hands there
slowly but surely disappearing.
They almost look like candles burning,
while the wax melts down the sides.
Although the difference is that there is no flame and there is no wax.
Its a mix of red ans tan. Its a mix of my blood and skin.
I'm looking down to see my hands melting,
seeing nothing but bone left.
There white like snow
but it doesn't bring a smile to my face like snow would.
Instead I feel nothing,
I should feel pain from every slow droplet,
yet i don't.
I should cry with bloody tears,
yet i don't.
I should fall to my knees with misery and grief,
yet i don't.
I'm simply standing here watching
dumfounded,
confused.
As blood drips down my arm and my bones begin to appear.
As if they are trying to tell me something important
yet I'm num
not knowing anything
no feeling
nor
no emotion.
Finally i realize my dreams have been answered.
I'm dieing.
Complete enjoyment surrounds me,
as a sweet smile unfolds across my face.
I lay down,
and think to myself,
sweet thoughts.
But the main one,
I am simply melting alive