TRIGGER WARNING: mention of cutting/Self harm/Abuse. I wrote this back in my teen years.

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All pastels, pretty and pink.

A dark secret she longs to keep.

She can’t tell. Her mouth is glued shut.

The force takes her over.

She gives in and cuts.

She smiles at the pain.

It comes out from within.

It trickles out and she dies under her skin.

The pastels fade to grey.

Her life is bleak.

She has become weak.

The secret is not this, oh no.

She was abused.

It’s all she knows.

No one knows, but Jesus does.

One day, alone in her messed up room, God sends her an angel. A friend.

They take the knife from her hand and love her.

It’s all she ever wanted.

Now she knows that Jesus cares and will never leave, forsake, or harm her.

Clean from the cutting, a room filled with love-

Her heart is pastel again.

She has found true love.

Jesus<3MGP

#poetryforJesus