The crimson blood flows down her thighs
But cuts can't change the ache inside
Washing her lifeblood down the drain
She feels relief in scarring pain
To drive away oppressing hurt,
She'll cut her skin to quench her thirst
She'll hide the scars with skirts and sleeves,
But she knows the urge won't leave
And yet, watching from the side,
There's one who wants to save her life
To comfort her when she feels lost
To be the one to hold her heart
No matter what, He's always there
To love, to guard, to show His care
The scars are there, but He percieves
The beauty she has, that she can't see
She hates herself and what she is
But His love leads to promise
That while her harm may make him sad
He'll always be there, through the good and bad.
He'll never leave her, not at all.
To pick her up if he should fall
And so the blood trickles will trickle down
But she knows love and its sound
She'll try her best not to give in
And has support and hope within
The pan's still there, but smaller now
So she will not break, she will not bow
For now she views His love for her
And know He's her's forever.
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