I'm not in control
I can't stop
I don't want to destroy myself
But my hands, they do
I yell and scream
Try as I might
I cannot stop
My hands won't listen to me
They are not mine
Please stop tearing me apart
Please stop the pain
Please stop destroying this body of mine
This poem is about a type of BFFB disorder known as Skin Picking Disorder. I feel rather uncomfortable talking about this topic other than what it's about, so I would appreciate it if you don't ask questions about my struggles with it personally.
