wounds that never heal

God is mad at me.

He knows what I've done.

He's seen me clean my hands

Wipe them on a nearby rag

And send it back into yesterday.

God knows my sins.

The deep ones that I hide from view.

He's been there counting

All my lies

The ones I've hidden

From plain view

God is really upset at me.

All the pain I've cast away

Blaming it all on yesterday

I paint the sky with hands of lore

Craving for the sun to set on my wrists

And burn away the ropes

Tying me back from dreams

God thinks I'm a disgrace.

I've shown him how unsuccessful

I can be.

He's watched me toy with the heart of others

Never following the worn advice from my mother

God is starting to ignore me.

He's watched too many tears

drip down my cheeks

My sanity grow meager

Despite the prayers of the preach

I watched the rain

Pound towards the pavement

Watch the smoke

Fight its way through the air

God is shunning me.

Because I will always be the girl

Who wipes her hands on yesterday

Applies foundation to the scratches

That cover her arms

Waiting for tomorrow to be better

Where I hope I'd wake up

And remember my pain.