*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.