Like An Itch I Cannot Scratch

Like An Itch I Cannot Scratch

I sit
Staring at my wrist
At my arm
At my veins
And I know that there is
Only one way to rid myself
Of this pain.
But that is a road
I must not take
Not ever again.
I must never see that
Red train track
Cross my wrist again.
But you don't understand
The burn
The itch
I feel it when I need the blade
That cold blade
That can take away my pain
Remove my worries
However temporarily.
I understand you when you say
"No
"It's wrong
"Don't ever do that again"
I don't know how to
Make you understand that
I need to.
God
I never expect you to understand
What it is like to depend
On an inanimate object
But for one moment
Pretend you do
And try to imagine
The burning sensation
I feel in my skin
Like An Itch I Cannot Scratch.