Backscratcher

 
i was so fkn high but now i’m comin down ~
my back hurts where the cuts itch and burn
only alil bit yet it makes me wanna fkn scream
and cry and cower so i squirm against the couch
to rub at the wounds with the friction of my shirt
the physical sensations spark fires throughout
my heart beat thrums against every rib-bone
producing waves of anxiety rollin violently down
from my chest sinking into my twisted up guts
~ i was flyin fkn high but i’m crashin hard now