it hurts (TW)

It hurts… It hurts to look in the mirror And see the thin white strands cross my leg It hurts to see my ribs in the mirror When I look at myself It hurts to look at my face To see tears falling and the bags below my eyes It hurts to see the blade When i close my eyes It hurts to think about the blade To feel the urge to find it It hurts It hurts it hurts But it hurts way more to stop But it hurts way more to be clean But it hurts way more to see the scale tick up’ something hurts and it hurts way more

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