Worthless.
She wrote the letters on her arm.
Blue ink sinking in her skin.
Her heart urged her just to harm.
Like it matters anyways.
She’s just worthless.

Broken.
She feels it deep inside her heart.
The heart she doesn’t have.
Because she always falls apart.
And that’s the missing piece.
Her heart’s broken.

Empty.
The feeling etching in her soul.
She knows she’s missing life.
She feels the dark and hollow hole.
Replacing what she knows.
She’s so empty.

Hope.
As if even the thought could ease her pain.
She knows how unrealistic it is.
Like the cloudless sky producing rain.
But maybe there is One who could…
Is there hope?

Mercy.
She’s always dreampt of such a thing.
Where she would have another go.
Where she would get to keep on trying.
But there can’t be such a dream…
What is mercy?

Forgiveness.
The chance to leave her past behind.
To have it erased as she moves on…
The thought she can’t grasp with just her mind.
Because until now she’s never known,
His forgiveness.

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About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

3 responses »

  1. woih says:

    to forgive, to see all that was and fully accept …… what a task eh?
    I hope you have or will stumble upon it…
    good write

  2. Jingle says:

    brilliantly said!

  3. weight says:

    yeah my dad will like this

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