The bleach can only wash and disperse the accumulation the dirt and grime you pick up in the day to day
The stuff that gets in your pours and under you skin not so easy
You purge yourself from the inside out hopefully the feeling of flilth will go away .
But your trapped  nothing is shifting this abuse you've endured on the day to day,  
If you could bottle it up anymore you could  sell that misery, you tell yourself there's only one ticket out , but the ticket is for your abuser stamped no return.
You've controlled my being for so long if I don't act now I fear I'll be forever gone 💔