Begging me to scratch
Open the old scars on my back
Leaving blood stains
At the back of every shirt
And I can't help but continue
To pull out the aching skin
Constantly throbbing
Because there are scars
I want to remove
But they live under the skin....
So this is my poem and it's about a symptom of my hallucinations... Basically I always feel itchy on my back, like things have crawled under my skin.....that's all I can really say, except that I think the poem speaks for itself? Let me know if it don't....
Thanks for reading xx
I like this poem!! :D
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