You feel that itch
Oh, that horrible itch
It feels oh so good to scratch itYou wake up
That itch isn't there anymore
But now there is blood on the sheetsEverytime you listen you shake
Everytime you try to meet people like you
You can't escapeYou're so confused
All the walls are black
You see a light but to turn it on you have to dieYour glasses are broke
You see monsters in your face
You don't understandYou feel that itch
You scratch it
Harder and harderYou feel like a monster
You began to grow claws
Why can't you do what you love without the bloodYou have scars
And you tear them open just for a taste of joy
You don't understandYou want it to end but it feels so good
Your chest is freezing so you light yourself on fire
I don't know why I always come backIt feels so good to rip up your skin
"It is just a itch"
"Just dont scratch it"I hear the echo of their voice in my head
I try so hard but the scars appear anyway
My skin peels offSo why do I scratch it?
I scratch it so atleast i can enjoy the scars
Atleast I can feel some relieve through the pain
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The Itch
PoetryPoem about how I love listening to poetry and it makes me feel good, but it also gives me moderately bad anxiety. I wanted to try to do a different type of poetry. I know it's probably sucky :/ but it's my first time writing this kind of poem.