Addicted To Skin Poem by Rosa Williams II

It's not fair
Why do I have to be the one to cry?
Why does it hurt so bad?
Why don't I regret it then?
In that moment
Why does everyone think I can stop?
I can't
It's a choice
Just don't do it
But do they know
Do they know how hard it is
It's not like cigarettes
It's not like alcohol
It's not cutting
I don't need to buy a razor
Or a beer
I just need nails
And the skin under my hair
To create my bloody mess
The scariest part is
I never even notice
Until I bleed