I have to digg it out

It's like a bubbeling feeling. It's just like when u boil water. It start of small. Grows bigger.

Small whispers telling me who I am, what I should do, what people say and think of me. Imagery of destructive behavior flowing thru my head. 

Broken glass, broken skin. 

I can feel buggs crawling underneath my skin, I digg my nails in. I drag them deep and long.

Until I can't stand it, it's like my blood has taken shape. I am the buggs inside of me fighting to break out. To tear apart

And when I cut, it's like everything stops. For just a break of a second there is no sound, there is no buggs. 

And then it starts screaming inside of me again.