Itch

Your wrist itches
Its driving you crazy
you know why
you need to stop the itch
your wrist itches,
for the slice from
a sharp blade
going deep into your skin
you grab a knife,
you look at it closely
they you glance at your wrist
its calling out
Cut me, Cut me

You slowly bring the blade
to your wrist
and push it down
into your wrist
The blood pours slowly
down your wrist,
staining your arm,
you no longer feel
the itch
its gone
you fufilled its wish
you sit there
and watch the blood
fall down your arm
you feel so much better
now that the itch
is gone.

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