The pus infected little hole,
Is on my hand and in my soul.
The pain I feel deep within.
What was done?
Did I sin?
I can’t remember and when I try,
I feel so hopeless, I want to cry.
But tears don’t come….silence prevails,
I try to think of some details.
What’s wrong with me? Why don’t I know.
The missing pieces of long ago?
Something starts to stir inside.
From my feelings I have to hide.
So I hurt myself to stop the pain.
It looks as if I’m far from sane.
But truth be told, it’s my way to speak.
To let you know my thoughts are bleak.
I hope you now can understand,
why I had to hurt my hand.
I need for you to lead the way,
Protect me and don’t walk away.
Teach me it’s okay to feel,
Lead me down the path to heal.