|Posted by God Loves Women on January 11, 2012 at 3:50 PM|
Fighting the nasty that comes from within
Wants me cutting and ripping my skin
It comes from inside my brain
From behind the wall that hides my pain
It tells me I need the relief of a razor
I plead and it mocks, ‘no need, says her!’
It knows I cannot escape its clutch
Fighting forever, the pressure becomes too much
Will I win?
Will I beat it?
No I can’t
I’ll never defeat it
But one day God will make it leave me
The nasty that comes will no longer be
NB. God did indeed transform my life and self harm is no longer apart of it. Whoop whoop!