Clawing until my flesh tears up.
Bleeding, hurting to satisfy my itch.
It dosen't stop itching, please make it stop.

Can you not see my wounds?
Are you blind?
Must I scream, cry, for you to notice.
Use you eyes, look at me, ask me, listen to me.

Are you scared to meet my eyes, scared to go deep inside, scared to put the politeness to the side.

Am I the one overreacting, seeking attention?
Sorry I will stop.
Stop screaming.
Stop hurting.

You want to see me happy, I want to be happy.
Let's be happy.