The Hurt Girl Who Hurt

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He made her cry

Then he broke her

And from that pain she shall revive

And she shall learn

The ways if the alive

And the heartlessness of human kind

And how no one can escape

 

But she has caused pain before

In the darkest ways

With the harshest words

And she's everything but happy

And she's everything but kind

And she's everything but fine

 

No one knows her pain

No one knows her disappointment

No one knows her desperation

And no one knows the way she cuts

 

But I'll tell you a story

About a girl who was weak

This girl had pride

And this girl had brains

She knew she was doomed 

And Uncontrolled

Broken

And forgotten

 

She knew she was hurting

And causing the hurt

And every time she hurt

She would cause more hurt

 

Such was her life

An unbroken cycle

Of hurt hurt and hurt

 

Until someone interrupted

Her slow, suicidal self-distriction

He was at the door

He wanted to come

He knocked many times

No one's answering

 

He knocked and knocked

He never gave up

 

She opened the door

And with a knot in her throat

And scissors in hand

She opened the door

And she opened her heart

To the one and only

The only deserver of kindness and love

Jesus, her saviour and lord. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this 20 minutes ago while sitting on bed. I apologise for the lack of punctuation and miss use of words, it is no finished yet but I intend to finish it. I just had the urge to post this. Don't ask why, I don't have an answer.