She isn't hopeless

She isn't worthless

She isn't mediocre

She isn't ugly

She isn't alone 

She knows this.

 

She feels hate

She feels shame

She feels guilt

She feels regret

She feels empty

She doesn't want this.

 

She want't to fill the hole

with self harm.

For it's the only thing

to bring her joy.

 

But deep inside she knows

that all she wants

is to be as close to God

as she once was.

 

No drug can compare

No friend can compare

No amount of blood can compare

no worldly thing can compare

to the joy she once found in God.

 

 

July 2013