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.