An empty room, an emptier girl,
Sleeves rolled up, exposing her skin,
Feeling the blade and pressing it in.
The feeling it brings cannot compare,
She continued, knowing that the pain and joy will soon be there.
"Whats the scar?"
It was an accident.
Just until I die.
Sitting on the floor,
I’m fine, she cried.
One day, she dropped the blade,
She saw her scars, she saw them fade.
She realized she had grown strong,
Her face grew into a long smile.
All this time she thought she wanted pain,
When all this time, it was her own love she craved.