I grew up a church kid.
Went to a Christian school
on a needs based scholarship
until seventh grade.
In church
every Wednesday,
twice on Sunday,
Thursday,
Friday,
and Saturday
if ANYTHING was going on.
But the church,
the Christian school,
the feel-good songs
and secret
church code
didn't satisy.
I tried
books,
which were great,
but not enough.
I tried
academics,
which was time-comsuming
but not enough.
I tried cutting,
which made me feel
better
for a little bit,
but then made me feel awful,
dirty,
stained,
unworthy,
which I was.
And after all this,
there was really nowhere
to turn.
Evertything I tried had failed me.
Church
School
Books
Blood
And after all that,
there was no way
that God
could take me.
Good Christian girls
do not
cut themselves.
Monday, March 8, 2010
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