My pride has gone, My hope has left me
Sitting alone in the dark, cutting myself for pitty
Musical depression, sucidial tendencies fill the air
So alone. So drepressed. So tired. No one who cared.
Scared. No hope. Blades and needles. Body and mind.
My life was over. There was nothing to find.
God was real, but He hated me.
He saw my life. How could He show mercy?
I loved the pain. It gave me pleasure.
How could I be God's treasure?
I cut my flesh. I shredded my spirit.
God was calling my name. I could not hear it.
I finally heard what had long been said.
God didn't hate me; He loved me instead.
I asked Him inside. My wounds began to heal.
Jesus was inside. His love was real.
Though on mind and flesh, scars remain;
Christ's love has taken away the pain.
05/20/2002
This poem took alot of courage to write and even more courage to post. It is about a time in my life between the ages of 13 and 15. Christ was the only thing that could change my life and I give Him major praise and glory for what He did in my life.