Itch

I have an itch,
it's in my skin
I can't get to it,
I can't get in

It's driving me nuts,
I'm going mad
I need some help,
but I know it's bad

I know I shouldn't do it,
I promised I would not
But I can't help myself,
I can't seem to stop

I grab a knife,
the only way to make it end
I start cutting in,
In this I depend

I see my blood on the floor,
and it calms me down
I'm not mad anymore,
my anger is drowned

My itch is now gone,
deep down below
I won't scratch anymore,
Not until tomorrow