Dear lord I'm so sorry,
I know my pathetic prayer is just a waste of your...

I am the emptiness that fills your heart,
I am the cause of this hurt...

Love is a gift,
although many do not realize it, for they only see...

This one's for the rapists,
the molesters and abusers...

A rose, so delicate, not even one thorn.
this rose now bloody and torn...

This line marks where the blade once slid,
each scar tells a story, can you see it...

You sit there telling me,
it's so much easier to cut...

NOT TRUE
mommy, I miss you...

But as the tears still fall,
i place my finger to my wrist...

Why didn't I see the signs?
Was he crying out while I simply turned a blind...

I'm sorry I'm not perfect, and that I skrew...
I'm sorry I'm not who I was, and yes, I'm ashamed...

Lord I'm sorry I have not spoken to you in a while
I just feel to guilty when I pray...