An itch
That won’t quit
Is bottled up
In this thing
That isn’t clean
Everyone sees a wonderful soul
But they don’t know
How she feels so low
And how it is so cold
To get rid of the pain
To be able to tame
Only for awhile
Just to feel a smile
And escape this isle
Only for a moment
Would be wild
All it is is one cut
It would be but
The itch
Wouldn’t then quit
I know
It would only grow
And I still would be as low
And as cold
So I’ll ignore the itch
Even though it won’t quit
I know that self harm isn’t the answer, but it comes across my mind sometimes. I’ve had the strength to say no, but for how long?