On the run from the monsters in my head.
There's a shaking in my bones.
Everything's breaking free.
Fingernails on a chalkboard.
They're too loud.
My eyes roll back into my head.
I'll do anything to feel.
Stop the voices inside my head.
Stop the itch under my skin.
I want to feel something to real.
There's a shaking in my bones.
Everything's breaking free.
Fingernails on a chalkboard.
They're too loud.
My eyes roll back into my head.
I'll do anything to feel.
Stop the voices inside my head.
Stop the itch under my skin.
I want to feel something to real.
Brought to you by: "Itch" by Nothing But Thieves
A writing exercise for writeworld.tumblr.com
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