For those who don't have it, you don't understand what it's like.
So let me explain.
For all of us with this, hate it.
And we just what it to stop.

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Trying to stop it is like,
Trying to hold down a rabid animal.
With razor sharp teeth and claws.

Your mind screaming at you to do it,
Your fingers digging at your skin before you realize,
Your body yelling at you to stop...

But you don't.
You can't.
It's out of control.

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The way your fingers trace the scabs, knowing they only just healed over.
But they are rough. They stick out. They are imperfections.
So you have to get rid of them.
Or else.

You rip at your skin, bleeding, staining clothes.
Left with red and painful skin.
Everyone sees it.
Everyone judges.
Everyone hates.

But do they know how you scream?
How you feel like a caged dog ready to attack?
How you just want to escape this body?

Do they understand that your hands move without control?
How you heal so slow?

How it never ends?...

All you what to do is scream.
Escape this body.
You're tired of this toxic cycle.

Yet it keeps continuing.
And you don't know why.

Your not the only one 🫂❤️‍🩹

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Having Skin Picking Disorder,

Is knowing every imperfection on your skin.
Is losing track of how long a scab has been there.
Is having more scars than you remember.
Is being hurt by the "loved" ones around you...

Is so fucking hard to live with.

Just be nice to people.
Alright?

Cause damn, so many people be so toxic.
And for what?
People can't control their skin or mental disorders.

It will never go away completely.
But can be helped.
With time.

⏳❤️‍🩹🌤️🍃

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