Dermatillomania
Am I a freak?
I pick my skin until I bleed
It brings me peace and comfort
Google says it’s my mental health or OCD
It goes away for weeks, but when it comes back I have to feed
My fingers just pick my skin without notice
Now my thumbs look atrocious
I’m an addict minus the drugs and liquor
Now I’m officially a bloodsucker because of this disorder
I need to sleep
But I don’t stop until I feel the need
Can they tell?
I just picked my skin until I bleed
They ask “What happen to your thumb?”
And I turn numb
This is embarrassing
Enough is enough
Sadly I wish that’s all I could say to make this stop
If I’m sad or upset
I would pick my skin until I need to rest
What’s wrong with me?
I think I need help
Back when I was unemployed and depressed
I picked my skin to ease the stress
But it got so bad I couldn’t walk with sense
Yea it’s official
I need help
Nowadays it’s not as bad
But I still keep a box of bandaids on hand
I wish this disorder was fake or a fantasy
Unfortunately, it’s my reality
I think it’s because of my anxiety
I try to stop but it’s like trying not to pee as soon as you wake up
I need help with my sobriety
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