Holy Trinity

You cut in three's 
Because of the Holy Trinity-- 
He is your grace, salvation, forgiveness.
But isn't it ironic?
As your white skin blooms 
That you'd seek comfort 
In punishment 
In blades and glass and broken fingernails? 
 
But you're not broken 
You're not done. 
You are not damaged. 
You are not worthless.  
For His love endures forever 
And you are a child of God. 

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