*TRIGGER WARNING* for self harm. DO NOT read if you feel anything like that.

I always went back to that

To find solace. To find peace.

For that pain I created

Gave me a will, to survive.

For the scars that were remnant

Of all my energy and frustrations.

I found happiness when I harmed me.

Then I found sadness when I lost me.

I found a lack of sense in what I did.

I learned that, the scars were not beautiful.

The pain was not a medicine.

It took a long shot, to get out of it.

But I no longer find joy

In blades and needles.