A Girl Called Hope

You're beautiful.
with your scarred up wrists
and dirt christian mind.
You invaded my thoughts and heart
and I say thank you.
For your skeleton hands.
for your too smart brain
and no reasons as to why.
You are my little addict friend
too innocent and small.
to speak of anything this harsh.
Pain and remembrance
in the darkest depths.
You are my sun
but I am just your shadow.
With your jokes and smiles
I want to wrap you in Gods quilt.
And beg you to let go.
The truth peeking round the corners
it's trying to team up with the
Monster.
That evil
blood thirsting demon.
I will protect you with my hands
and try to make the light shine in your eyes.
Lead the haunting away
with my pinkish scars.
No matter what
I will lead you to safety.
And hopefully
You would see
how beautiful you are.
Without the red spilling from your wrists.
And those
backpedaling thinking.
Because you are my hope
even if somewhat broken.
I find the light in your face
and I find faith and love.
You are my hope
and now, you know.