My fingertips begin to turn red
They are raw from the hours
I spend pulling my hair

I lose track of time
When I begin to pull,
It's hard for me to stop

I battle with myself
Screaming at myself to stop
Screaming "This is the last one"

I fight within myself,
Losing every time
For the last three years

Trichotillomania, It taunts me
It makes me feel less
As if I'm not good enough

It has held me back
It has made me cry
It has made me break

Breaking again and again
When will it end?

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