Hurt.

When I was two, and rainbows were staircases for unicorns,

Life was simple, life was meant to be loved.

People never had questions at the tip of their tongues for me.

People never anticipated anything.

They talked gibberish to match me,

I wasn't making any memories for myself.

All I did was what babies do.

All I knew were words strung together to make less of a sentence and more of noises.

When I was two,

I was the happiest and so were you.

When I was six, and I had only one best friend.

Whose house was mine and whose mother was my friend too.

We tied pigtails and played board games.

We shared chocolates and and chips,

When all we could talk about were avengers movies.

When dressing up was funny.

When rumors and gossips were just words in the dictionary for us.

Those were the times when we would say forever not knowing what it was.

When promises were sacred.

When I was ten, I moved to another country.

I lost my best friend, I made new ones.

They were more like family.

When I was fourteen, reality became two faced,

And memories stayed permanently,

When forever made sense to me.

The times when promises were being broken so quickly,

Hearts were being played with.

The time when nobody warned us about getting hurt so deep.

When nobody reassured we are worthy.

So I slashed my arm, not once but twice, to prove my worth.

To show I can be loved.

But never did I know I was losing my self love while doing so.

When I was fifteen and free.

When words didn't carve my heart so deep,

The time when I forgave myself for the mistakes,

The time when I realized I was not hurting anymore.

So I loved my scars and my imperfect self.

I was not completely devoid of my daemons, nor was I blind to my beauty,

Pouring into these papers,

And the concept of beauty wasn't so negative,

It was seldom seen and held by so little because nobody looks for it at the correct place.

So I've got two families now,

One by blood and one by heart.

Made out of love these both,

When being broken was okay as long as you had the humility to ask for help when you needed.

I was fifteen and someone I had always dreamed to be.

Now I am here, younger than few I know.

Still falling and breaking bones,

But here I am, being the dream you never thought I would chase.

The girl who didn't know how to love herself,

The girl who was once broken.

Made peace with her past,

And now she is busy falling in love with herself.

With her heart open. 

The hurt, the pain,

It all comes together at the end.

The love, the smiles, 

We all need them forever.