Pso Itchy

Tue, 07/03/2018 - 20:28 -- Alina V

My hands are like knives

And my flesh the meat


I carve my body

Aching in defeat


Again and again

Each slice is a blow


To the touch is a rush

I still wish to not know


This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741