God came to me*

Here I sit with a razor blade to my wrist.

With a toothbrush down my throat, keeping me from being sick.

Stuck in depression, cutting myself to keep the pain away.

This is how I get by every single day.

I pray at night, that soon there will come a big bright light.

To help me through the things that life can do.

I wanna be happy instead of always feeling crappy.

These scars on my arms, is doing nothing but harm.

ive felt so ashamed until god had came.

He told me that one day, that things aint always gonna be this way.

That soon things will get better & we will get through this together.