I cut the word hope into my wrist,
to see what wasn’t there.
no hope, no life, no choice,
not even a care.
i cut the word hope into my hand,
now gloves can only hide.
the scars on my hand,
but not the scars inside.
i cut the word hope into my arm,
and the blood trickled down.
the sight of this scares most,
so you probably won’t be coming around.
i cut the word hope into my arm,
cause that’s all that’s known to me.
hurt, pain, and blood stained shirts,
to hide what you might see.
i cut the word hope into my wrist ,
to remind me what i now have.
no more pain, hurt, or blood stained shirts,
because of the hope, given to me, by my Heavenly Dad.
