Tahj Galberth

Dermatillomania

Quick note before starting this poem: I have suffered with this condition since I was little. There was never a point in time that I can think of, where I didn't have an open cut on my body from scratching, or from peeling open a scab. I even used to scratch while I slept; my mom would have to put socks on my hands to stop me from scratching myself raw. I wrote this poem as a sort of awareness piece a while back, but I think that it fits perfectly with the theme for this month!