It feels like a dream.
I was a separate person back then.
I can't see the scars anymore.
I know I am a different person now.
I do not feel pleasure at the thought of damaging
My skin like I did in days of old.
Something in me has changed
Thus, the thought of self-harm repulses me.
I smile often and genuinely now.
Lest we forget, there was a time when smiling was forced.
Like having two threads in my corners to hoist my lips up.
Help was available, but I rejected it.
Unless I wanted to expose my weakness.
Retreating into solitude was the best option
Thankfully, nowadays I seek help if I need it.
I know that time was hard for me.
Nevertheless, the day is bright for me.
Greatness is on the horizon, for I feel no pain anymore.