What shall I say?
That I am a creature of Faith, Love, and Forgiveness?
It is not so…

What shall I say?
That I have done you no wrong,
that I am infallible in a fragmented world?
It is, verily, not so…

What shall I say?
Shall I say that all we have, all we have made,
counts for naught when faced with Trials?
No, this is not so…

What, then, shall I say?

I shall say that I am somewhere in between,
walking amongst the Beauty and the Curse.
For I am, irrevocably, an element of both…

She sits alone in a crowded room, with scars you only see on t.v. Nobody cares enough to ask her how she got them.. They just stare like she's some kind of freak. She gets nervous, then lowers her head.
As she starts to shuffle her feet the urge comes back. She had just gotten over it. She scratches at her scabs willing the blood to flow, maybe she is a freak. Looking at all of these people, with their perfections. They don't have scars up and down their arms. They're "normal."
Why'd she start this in the first place? It's no longer something used for an escape.. it's an addiction. She's crowded in an empty room. Voices fill her head telling her to go further. They push. Then they've pushed too far.
How'd she end up like this ; bathing in Scarlet Red?. She's alone. In the dark.. with nowhere to go, but up

It’s almost like you don’t exist,
Your name – a hollow word.
And when I speak it, it’s as if
My mouth produced a ****.

And looking at your photograph
My eyes grow weak and weary,
One more moment and they would
Have combusted involuntarily.

Your scent is all around me still
And now with every whiff
I am compelled to shut my eyes
And jump off of a cliff.

And in my mind I hear your voice
It wakes me in my bed
And will each night until the day
I cut off my own head.

That kiss still lingers on my lips,
The last an final one,
I taste it… and then dream of poring
Acid on my tongue.

I feel you when you’re not around,
It’s worse than any pain.
To dull its sting I think I might
Just set myself aflame.

You left me and I'm over it.
I swear I have moved on!
But still it’s like you’ve been with me
Each day since you’ve been gone.

You're the one to blame but I
Should have know you be bitter….
When as revenge I removed your skin
And used it as a sweater.

the higher you climb
the greater the pressure.

those who manage to
endure
learn
that the distance
between the
top and the
bottom
is
obscenely
great.

and those who
succeed
know
this secret:
there isn't
one.

You know that I was so lonely.
You know that you aren't the right guy for me.
But you want me to be happy.

So when Jon came along
and he appears to be a Christian, just like me,
You said he has a crush on me.
But a year had gone by
Since I'd told you I was lonely,
and I was so cold and miserable
that I needed to do something about it.

I lean on God and put all of my trust in Him.
He is my boyfriend, my husband. My hope, my joy.
I "Learn to Be Lonely" with the Phantom of the Opera,
listen to The Fray and Coldplay.

I tried to figure out why God made me lonely
and thought maybe he was punishing me,
or testing me like Job, or
maybe it just wasn't time for me.

I settled for this and I felt content.
But then Jon came along
and he appeared to be a Christian, just like me.
You said he has a crush on me.

Hon, I know you want me to be happy,
but I'm fine now. I haven't been depressed or
lonely since . . . well, for a few weeks I guess . . .
But you're pushing this, and it makes me anxious.
I just want some time to be okay with being
single.