Scabs

a life of numbness
a future looking bleak
sometimes to feel at all
it’s pain that i seek

when i was a child
i learned from my mother
to pick a scab feels good
to pick another, and another

can i dig to bone
scratch, scratch, scratch
never seem to know
scratch, scratch, scratch

the blood flows
i know my heart is working
the pain sears
physical feelings lurking

the feel of an itched scratch
with a little bit of pain
blood spots everywhere
nothing is in vain

dig a little deeper
start the healing over
make me feel again
when the heart rate lowers

can i dig to bone
scratch, scratch, scratch
never seem to know
scratch, scratch, scratch

i bleed
i feel
can’t know
what’s real
the night
the day
bleed it
away
to sleep
to dream
to live
to die
nothing as it seems