A Poem Written by Myself.
The Itch
I have this itch.
It lives inside me
and I don’t know
why it stays.
I have this itch.
It burns my skin,
and I don’t know
how it stops.
I have this itch.
It sheds my blood,
and I don’t know
why I’m doing this.
I have this itch.
It’s around my neck,
and I know exactly
how I got here.
~XxNameGoesHerexX
1 comment
This was really creative. I like it. 😉