Then to become what I always hated

About self-harm

I try to see through these horrid scars
I remember bleeding, the quest of me
My ragged skin has become my temptation

Then to become what I always hated

From krib to present, I seek salvation
Tears cleanse my recurring pain
Hunger for my souls retrieval

Then to become what I always hated

The hatred perished as I once again
To find myself, adicted to darkness
Far away from sanitys guide

Where lay the answer
To my twisted self
If not here
Among these dainty scars?

Then to become what I always loved

Author's Note

I wanted it to mirror a change in character as the teller goes too deep into self-harm. So deep as to become used to it, and prefer self-harm even when knowing it is bad. It's a serious topic that I wanted to explore. Tell me what you think.