Written on her arms are the lies she was told
the fear of never being enough but also being too much
at the same time.
the overwhelming fear of her own demons possessing your life
the feeling of loneliness in a crowd but the shouting and screaming in an empty room.
Written on her arms are the nights she spent on the shower floor
hoping the water would drown whatever was making her feel
that way
The stinging was the one thing she could feel after months of staying numb.
Written on her arms is the confusion of why God has forgotten her
She's been told he's there, so why isn't he answering.
She practically yelling at Him at this point, but she thinks heaven might be too far for Him to hear.
Written on her arms are the promises you made. The I love you's and forevers, but then the periods of silence
The "I promise I won't leave you" but then the "I didn't realize I have feelings for her too, I'm sorry."
The four years you spent together but then the text message ending them all on a random monday night. You send "I just don't want a relationship anymore" as you tell her to come over.
Written on her arms is the mourning she never thought she would have to go through. The long walk down the aisle to see you for the last time. The shirt she wears that's four sizes too big but it still smelled like you.  
Her arms are getting full, and she's not sure what to do.
She prays and prays God will send her new ones.


She decides to start writing her own story. All the words she sees are starting to look like a foreign language. She's growing and healing.
she washes her hands, elbows, shoulders.
The words melt down the drain and she is clean.
A new chapter.