Everyday I scratch my fingers nonstop.
My cuticles, torn to shreds, crack and bleed.
I tug and tear and rip away the skin.
It stings, each and every time it stings.
Everyday I pick my sensitive skin.
I trace over grooves and bumps feather light,
Then dig deep into the blemishes there.
It aches and it burns and I know its wrong,
I must force myself to keep breathing deep.
Ignore the constant itch...