Cry Cry until you run out of tears Take off all of your clothes Look in the mirror Make a detailed list of all the things you hate about your body Look in the mirror Until you are thoroughly disgusted Hate yourself All of yourself Inside and out Cry some more Look in the mirror I am disgusting Run out of tears Cry from the spider-leg lacerations on your wrists And be thoroughly disgusted
This is a self-reflective poem, written in the second person. Self harm is dangerous and I am in no way encouraging anyone to to cut.