Once she chased happiness
and now she chases broken pieces.
She fell in love with pain,
it drove her insane.
For who would want to hurt themselves?
Who would choose to
love to be heartbroken,
run back to the ones who would hurt,
reminisces painful memories to be hurt,
indulge in negativity, to drown in its depths
be comforted by demons than people.
But no one saw,
for there were no scars,
for it was mental self harm.
Pain it craved,
fear, rejection and sadness it ate.
She cried, because it was self harm
she screamed, and shouted
asking herself did she not love herself
to be hurt by her own self?
