That unbearable itch

It makes you twitch

The urge to scratch

And unleash your wrath


Drag the metal across your skin

Let out what you’ve been holding in


The blood begins to drip

As you rip and rip

Tear and claw at your skin

True relief


That aching emptiness

Your stomach growing envious

You hide away as the acid builds

and makes its escape with a feeling of guilt


The desire for taste

Sweet delicacies taunting you

Teasing and dancing around you

Urging the bile to rise


Feel the ache

Feel the pain

Find an escape

Any escape


These demons hold on

You’re a prisoner

Only allowed one visitor

You find comfort in this relief -h.l.w


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