Hurt

It hurts.
 It rips and scratches at the hairs of my skin
screeches in my ears
  nips at my cheeks and
    grabs me by the heart.
It claws at the cavity in the back of my head
  echoing through my veins
     bloody at my fingertips
smokey
            glazed over
                    dark like night in the eyes
dry lips that pick at your insecurities
  clammy hands
            sweat dripping down the nape of my neck
   a voice that traps itself deep
          at the bottom of my throat
 trying desperately to escape
       leaking quietly in my chest
                dissolving into the poison at the
                     pit of my stomache.
Heating
        exploding
                      thrashing
                                  crashing
                                           burning into my legs
lost control, can't stand
shaking shocking trembling fumbling tumbling
    dropping to my knees
               scratched up and hurt
 beaten down hands scraping on the concrete
nails clinging to teh friction
       depiction of a broken person.
Starts with the body:
 breaking down slowly
  steadily often painstakingly
    unabashedly
           warm,
                        burning.
Continues with the mind.
        Melting
                     purogatory
I don't think it means what I think it means.
Purgatory
               I don't know the words
  lobes and veins, brain
            swirling down into a steady ooze of
                   worthless useless nothing.
Ends with the heart
      smashed to pieces quished to clumps
    meshed into junk
            mixed with brain ooze spread
             leaking spilling
                       on a broken body like
           toast.
 It hurts
     It hurts
           It hurts
                  It hurts
                         It hurts
                                  It hurts.
It rips and scratches at the hairs of my skin
screeches in my ears
        nips at my cheeks and
                  grabs me by the heart.