Relief

** dedicated to my sister

Why do you have to be such a b-i-t-c-h??
You’re making all of my skin start to itch

It’s itching for razors, it’s itching for blades
Anything to carve these lines that won’t fade

Anything to produce, that fresh, running blood
Those stunning, crimson tears that flood

No longer can I just sit here, I’m losing all control
I’ve got to find something sharp enough to achieve my goal

So, I’m sorry this is short; I hate to be so brief
But, I’ve got to go now quickly, I’m in need of some relief