Pso Itchy
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
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Alina V
I am a young aspiring writer and poet who dabbles in a variety of hobbies. Writing has been an outlet for me to fully express my pain, trauma, and happiness in a literal and figurative sense. I hope that my work can somehow resonate with you. :)
View all poems →Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.