Jabbing Nails

Nails down a chalk board
That sound of screeching
Skin crawls like insects
Your teeth on edge again

Jabbing at the ribs
Bruises still seething
Hoping for a pause
As the torment continues

Nails down your skin
Carving is all your feeling
As the skin starts to break
You scream at nothing

Jabbing at the walls
Counting out your falls
Pleading for an end
Still trapped in this hell

Nails at the concrete
Still you won’t speak
Pleading to yourself
Watching as your engulfed

Jabbing at your wounds
All your own making
Banging on the floors
You scream at the sun