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?