It Hurts Poem by Kealy Washere

It hurts
When you're all torn apart and cut up.
It hurts
When your insides are eating each other.
It hurts
When you know what you're doing to yourself.
Suffering with every last bit of yourself.
Do you know what you're even exactly doing to yourself?
Just look....
All that blood running down.
All the ribs you can count.
No, it's not the way to go.
But what can I say about it when I'm the one who is also doing it.
Do i want the pity that could possibly bring upon this
NO. because I know what I'm doing is wrong.
YOU know what you're doing is wrong.
Yes It feels good at the time.
But we all know its not the way to go.
We All KNOW It Hurts.