BED BUGS

​I know why people cut
When the pain eats deep
like a bed bug, leaves
You scratching for days
Leaves the red souvenir
That burns like fire
You just want it to stop
To flow out of your veins
To feel the relieve of
Life draining
Maybe it’s selfish
But pain that can’t be put
In words can block your eyes
from seeing any other.

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