She is learning to forgive
The parts of her
That ache for no reason.
The hollow spaces
That cry out silently.

She presses on the spots that hurt.
Does the pain
Make her feel alive?
Or is she just searching
For something to hold onto?

She keeps blaming herself
For things she can't control.
She ruins what she touches,
Destroys what she loves.
She ruined so much
In her quest to be seen.

She presses on pain,
Reliving it
A reminder to herself:
She is still here.