Scratch

The pleasure of ripping myself apart.

“Must pretend I feel nothing”

Feels good to make myself bleed.

“No one must know this sin”

I live in inflammation

My self rejected myself from within… without?

My skin, it shouts

In need, in passion

To be fulfilled

In violent action.

Rip scratch, tear,slap

Slice, Bite, punch, clap

Running from myself and this addiction

To tear myself away

From

Myself

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