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.