Lost

Scars across my arm
Want to do more harm
Oh, God! I am so lost!
Too many bridges crossed

I reach out to you, my friend
And when your love and pity end
I reach out to another one
But soon their compassion, too, is done

You need to trust, they say
You need to down your burdens lay
But only few that trust deserve
And for the rest, a smile will serve

I see blood flowing free
Help me learn its not from me
Help me dream only of the cross
Lack of scars is not a loss