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I am an elementary school counselor. I see students who have cut themselves, to see if they have any feelings left, to see if they can still hurt. Not that unusual. Check your grandchildren's arms and often.  They usually cut on the inside of their arms. 

Cutting Myself Softly

Cutting myself softly, little bitty cuts, on my arm.
Forgetting Jesus Loves Me
And all the other good things I used to know
"For the Bible tells me so" enters my brain.

But people at church used to make fun of my answers.
They used to shriek correct pronunciations as I struggled
To read from the Old Testament, a book I never believed in any way
So I stopped going

So now I am cutting, losing all enthusiasm for this flesh life
Wanting to hurt myself so I can see if I still feel
I had not thought of Jesus for a long time
I am thinking of Him today, and I weep, knowing He sees the cutting.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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