The pain is too great. There is too much to handle... she thinks that not even God could handle it all, even though she knows that He can. She wonders why He has allowed so much pain into her life... she wonders how she got started on this winding and false path... she wonders when she will get off it and start walking right, and if it will ever be easy.
i'm not a stranger
no, i am yours
crippled anger
and tears that still drip sore
Blades hidden in purse, in room, she seeks safe haven. Her eyes blistering with unshed tears, she curls up on her bed and pulls the covers over her head, wishing that life would end. It would be so much easier that way. So very much easier.
i do not want to be afraid
i do not want to die inside just to breathe in
i'm tired of feeling so numb
relief exists, i find it when i am cut
Darkness, pain, pain everywhere. There is refuge nowhere... or maybe only in God. But He seems so far away!! She shuts her door, and finally allows a tear to slip down her cheek... only one. The rest will have to wait, wait until she is ready.
i may seem crazy
or painfully shy
but these scars wouldn't be so hidden
if you would just look me in the eye
i feel alone here and cold here
though i don't want to die
but the only anaesthetic that makes me feel anything
kills inside
She resists, fights until she cannot fight anymore. Then... blade in hand, she begins to release her fear, her frustration, her anxiety, her pain - her pain!! - for all the world to see. She does not speak of it, but the scars speak for themselves.
i do not want to be afraid
i do not want to die inside just to breathe in
i'm tired of feeling so numb
relief exists, i found it when i was cut
Lyrics from "Cut" by Plumb.
i'm not a stranger
no, i am yours
crippled anger
and tears that still drip sore
Blades hidden in purse, in room, she seeks safe haven. Her eyes blistering with unshed tears, she curls up on her bed and pulls the covers over her head, wishing that life would end. It would be so much easier that way. So very much easier.
i do not want to be afraid
i do not want to die inside just to breathe in
i'm tired of feeling so numb
relief exists, i find it when i am cut
Darkness, pain, pain everywhere. There is refuge nowhere... or maybe only in God. But He seems so far away!! She shuts her door, and finally allows a tear to slip down her cheek... only one. The rest will have to wait, wait until she is ready.
i may seem crazy
or painfully shy
but these scars wouldn't be so hidden
if you would just look me in the eye
i feel alone here and cold here
though i don't want to die
but the only anaesthetic that makes me feel anything
kills inside
She resists, fights until she cannot fight anymore. Then... blade in hand, she begins to release her fear, her frustration, her anxiety, her pain - her pain!! - for all the world to see. She does not speak of it, but the scars speak for themselves.
i do not want to be afraid
i do not want to die inside just to breathe in
i'm tired of feeling so numb
relief exists, i found it when i was cut
Lyrics from "Cut" by Plumb.
