Help Me
what are we,
Do you ever feel so helpless?
There are knives, claws, t h i n g s, that keep dragging across the whole length of your body, and you want it to stop. You’re praying so hard to God, for these claws to stop digging into your skin, threatening to tear back every layer that makes you whole.
And then you’re crying because you’re not sure if God exists, because if he loved you, why does he keep making you feel like youre disintegrating, burning underneath his fingertips.
The tears mesh into your pillow, and then youre staring at those fresh cuts to your wrists made yesterday, and you feel so exposed and vunerable, so torn apart in the wrong places, so empty and so hollow and so dead.
HELP ME.
There are knives, claws, t h i n g s, that keep dragging across the whole length of your body, and you want it to stop. You’re praying so hard to God, for these claws to stop digging into your skin, threatening to tear back every layer that makes you whole.
And then you’re crying because you’re not sure if God exists, because if he loved you, why does he keep making you feel like youre disintegrating, burning underneath his fingertips.
The tears mesh into your pillow, and then youre staring at those fresh cuts to your wrists made yesterday, and you feel so exposed and vunerable, so torn apart in the wrong places, so empty and so hollow and so dead.
HELP ME.
♠ ♠ ♠
duhhh..