I went to therapy
Drunk as ****
and thanked God for
All his blessings.
All my scars sitting softly on my wrists,
The silver still kissing my paled hips,
The welts on my legs,
The blistered words that
spin circles on my lips.
I just left confused.
If God's still out there-
he let me be used.
I dont know how I feel,
but alone in death or not-
someone let me be
So ******* abused.