I write songs, and this is how I will show them to the world

Pick The Skin

Scabs form over the wounds
And I pull them right off
It just creates a mess of blood
But honestly I dont give a fuck
Ive been having a real bad time
Feels like the worlds tryna screw me over

And when I get anxious
I subconsciously begin
To pick the skin
The skin that covers my arms
I pick the skin
It hurts but I keep on pinching
And I
Pick the skin

Got too many weird looks
Had to cover up my arms
Sure I sweat in the hoodies
But its better than the stares
At the dots along my arms
The dots that I cant get rid of
Because I cannot stop

And when I get anxious
I subconsciously begin
To pick the skin
The skin that covers my arms
I pick the skin
It hurts but I keep on pinching
And I
Pick the skin

I stare at the ceiling
Thinking about life
And I barely even notice
The blood on my sheets
I know its getting bad again
But I cant reach out
Because I dont wanna be rejected

And when I get anxious
I subconsciously begin
To pick the skin
The skin that covers my arms
I pick the skin
It hurts but I keep on pinching
And I
Pick the skin

I know its an addiction
And I know that I need help
But im stuck in this goddamn cycle
And I dont wanna disappoint anyone but myself

My mom yells at me
She says im ruining my body
As if its any good
In the first place
I try to stop
I try so fucking hard
But I
I cant help it

I pick the skin
I pick the skin again and again
Im sorry but I cant put an end to it
At least it wont kill me
Sometimes I wish it would
But im to scared to do anything but
Pick the skin

And when I get anxious
I subconsciously begin
To pick the skin
The skin that covers my arms
I pick the skin
It hurts but I keep on pinching
And I
Pick the skin

Oh I.. Pick the skin..

Ight so ive been going through it and picked up the habit of violently picking at, pinching, scratching, and just generally screwing up my arms and I keep bleeding and yeah...