poem-scratches tw

this poem depicts self harm please dont read if you cant handle it. thank you <3 I say im fine. you ask again. I say im fine. you ask about the cvts on my wrist and I say its from my cat. the cat that scratches at my brain. It tells me its time. it tells me where they hide. the three blades that I keep in my room at all times. I scratch though im not itchy. I scratch as if there's a parasite in my skin I scratch to try to get the cat out of my brain. cuz i follow its instructions. I follow them exactly. for im just a host. im just a worthless worthless host. im just a meet sack to a parasite named Ozzy. Ozzy ozzy never wake up again. for if you wake you will make more scratches from the cat.