I’m tearing my own skin,
just for a release from the pain.
I made this bed and here I lay,
again & again & again.
I create my own agony,
making things worse.
Building mountains out of molehills,
has become my curse.
I have to tug every razor sharp bit of nail,
and make it into a wound.
I’m causing the infection
and sealing my own doom.
If only I’d stop proding at the pain,
instead of properly trying to soothe it.
I could just leave it be,
stop bleeding, skin split.
I’ll just keep pulling until I bleed,
knowing to heal is what I need.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Comments (3)
😢- that's hard.
Damn I felt that one
niceee!!