Anonymous
Beloved of All
I miss cutting myself. The scars on my arms .. I wish I could make more. I miss hurting. It was the only thing that felt right. Harming myself is deserved. I can’t handle these thoughts. I wish more than anything to be dead. I wish I were covered in blood and in pain. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me these thoughts, forgive how broken I am. Forgive me. You know I asked for none of this. Why, Lord? Why did they do it? What’s wrong with me? Sometimes I feel sorry for the little girl I was. Sometimes I hate her though. These thoughts — oh, Lord forgive me. Please forgive me, Jesus. I weep at your feet. Forgive me, and hear me. Please .. though I do not deserve it please. Amen.

God has washed away your sin, He doesn’t condemn you. You are His beloved daughter. He loves you so dearly and deeply. God has always loved you and always will. I pray He comforts you and heals your heart