1/29/2006 - CUTTER'S FORGIVNESS
Looking down at my arms and wrists
The scars so ugly and jagged
Wondering how it came to this
How my sanity became so ragged
I don't remember what exactly transpired
The night I so dearly regret
I know for sure I nearly expired
Though the details I try to forget
The last thing I remember before waking up
Is holding a blade in my hand
Shaking like a scolded pup
Ready to enter the Promised Land
Ever since, I've been burdened by shame
The darkness that surrounds me is what I've made
Can't take too much emotional strain
Before I relieve it with my arm and a blade
One night in a dream my father came to me
And spoke in a voice so pure
"Come, my dear, and follow me,
I know how to find a cure."
But I was reluctant to follow him
I didn't want him to see my scars
I tried to cover them so they wouldn't show
But he smiled and pointed up at the stars
"How much more I love you than the stars in the sky,
And yet each one has a name.
You know you're forgiven in your father's eyes
Just because I died; you're not to blame."
"But Daddy," I cried, "I caused these wounds!
They are what I chose to do!"
Extending a comforting hand he whispered,
"I know my dear, but I caused them too."
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