Until One Day

Lately she's been talking alot with Jesus,
To take her burden, and cover up all her bruises,
And to take from her all her ugly scars,
That she feels is tearing her life apart,
With all the ugly she's wearing on her body,
She think's "how is anyone supposed to love me",
With all the bruises and scar's she's wearing,
How's anyone supoosed to look past her appearance,
She pray's to God she could be reencarnated,
And just come back as somebody different,
She want's to start a new life,
Instead of piercing her heart with a knife,
She hate's the person that look's back at her in the mirror,
She think's she's so ugly and her image is never any clearer,
Her skin with all these datk spot's,
And all those ugly scar's and dark thought's,
She carrie's all her life long trama,
That's alway's causing her drama,
Her brain is filled with awful thought's of suicide,
She also know's there's nowhere to run and hide,
She just want's to make it to heaven's gate,
But from here, she feel's there's just no escape,
So for now she'll just keep writing on this paper,
Until one day, she get's to meet her maker.