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Please help her, Lord She doesn't know what she's doing she's a broken wreck and I'm not sure she can put herself back together not on her own. She needs your help, Lord She's upset and confused and she doesn't seem to understand that this is wrong and how much all of her friends are worried are crying are terrified. Because she's hurting herself, Lord. and we can't do anything about it She's carving words into her skin words like ugly fat stupid and the word love and we can't help her and she can't help herself She scares me, Lord. she doesn't know that hurting herself like that is wrong and that it hurts her friends, too. She doesn't get it, Lord. And whenever I see her I want to cry because she has no idea no idea And she's scarring everyone, Lord. The one she's doing the least to is herself.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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