Marie Viloria Poet Free verse

Cuts

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.

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