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

Well
I guess
This is where
It all comes to a close
Will this ever happen again?
I think not. History won't repeat that quickly

dead in the night
all alone
dead inside

eyes wide open
glued to the ceiling
gone all mental healing

all the overthinking
praying for redemption
followed by slow blinking
for shame, i'm left with feelings of abnegation.

White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be alive—
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.

Cold is, a dark winter day.
Cold is, a cup of ice.
Cold is, the house in mid afternoon after a hot summers day.
But, if cold is a temperature..
Why do I feel so cold when she looks through me?

Goodbyes are not bad.
Goodbyes are good.
The word says
Good
Bye.
It means
It may be bad now but
It will be good.

Sailed seven seas
To say three little
Words
Climbed mount
Everest not to absurd
Swam the oceans
To be at your side
To say
Three little words
Before you die.
Surfed the
planets
Walked in acid rain
So I can say these
Words again

Die you hag