A broken mess.
That’s all she sees.
She tries to find happiness
In others she will please.
But she’s scared of herself
She’s hurt by her past
And stuck in this prison cell
That she thinks will last.
So she writes on her arms
The pain she tries so hard to forget
Thinking that the physical harm
Will help her escape from it.
But she doesn't realize
How beautiful she is
Instead she listens to these lies
That she has no reason to live.
She focuses on her failures
How much she doesn't measure up
She forgets God created her
And sent His Son Jesus
To give up His life
So that she could gain hers.
He bore all of the strife
She should have endured.
But she is free
Because of what Christ has done
There is victory
This battle’s already been won.