I didn't think it was possible
To walk away from the darkness
From the vices and the actions
I voluntarily took part in

Two and a half years ago
If you asked me
Where I would be in the future
I would say
"At the bottom of a beer bottle
Waiting to be thrown at the floor
To be a glass shard
For people to walk on
And bleed from"

I would say
I would cut
And cut
And cut
And cut
Until the whole canvas of my body
Would be filled
Of ridges and lines
Bleeding of agony

I would say
That I would stay
Right there
On the floor
Crying, Screaming
Wishing I could leave

Two and a half years later
I stand at the end of the dark tunnel
That the metaphor they used
Became my life
And that the sun shines
In my face and I no longer dislike it

That I no longer wish for the darkness
Or wish for death to eat me up
I no longer wish I would find the courage
To **** myself
Because I've tried
And I'm still here standing

Still standing because
Now I know I can't be who I want to be
Without the guidance of the One
I used to think was out to get me

But He showed me that scars could heal
Just like His
That pain and torment
Could just as easily become
Joy and contentment
He lavished me with grace
And painted me with love
And rewrote my story with mercy