Who Is That Girl?

See that girl?
Do you know her?
You see her...
Almost every day.
What is her name?
Do you know
Who she is?

She's wearing the usual...
Long black sleeves,
Black jeans, and boots.
Do you know why?
They cover arms
Layered with scars
And legs much the same.
Now do you know
Who she is?

"Emo!" you whisper.
"Cutter! Freak!
She's just looking
For attention.
Ignore her."

You idiots.
If she wanted attention
She'd let you see
All the fresh cuts
And old scars.
But you...you can't even see
Past her dark clothes
Much less past
Her ravaged skin
To see her torn and bleeding soul.

Guess what, you
Self-centered
Self-righteous
Hypocrites...
She needs you.
You hold the key!
You hold the gospel!
Jesus didn't shed his lifeblood
So you could withhold it
From the "unworthy."
You didn't deserve it,
Either.

So what are you
Going to do?
Ignore her
As you see her every day?
Or will you
Swallow your stinking pride
And tell her that...

Jesus Loves Her!

~~~~~~~

So, I know what happened.
You refused.
Sat back in your pew,
Said, "I don't know what to say.
Somebody else
Will tell her
(Rebellious twit)."

Sunday morning
Sunday school
You hear the sirens
See the flashing lights
As the ambulance flies by.
You think nothing of it...
Happens all the time.

Monday morning
You grab the morning paper
As you drink your coffee.
There's her face
Staring up at you
From the front page.
"SUICIDE!!!" It screams
In bold black type
Splashed across the page.
Sort of like her blood
Splashed on the bathroom wall
When she decided life was done
And sliced a razor blade
Across her life-vein.

You knew her.
But you never gave her the key
To unlock the chains
That bound her in darkness.
Do you know where she is?
You should.
You condemned her there.
You sent her to HELL
As surely as if your hand
Held the blade.

So what are you going to do?
"Sorry" just isn't enough,
Is it?
Can you close your eyes
Without her face floating
Through your dreams?
Can you drown out
Her screams of torment
By playing loud hymns?
Can you read your Bible
Without seeing that headline
Superimposed across the page?

Cry out to God, Christian!
Plead for his forgiveness...
It's too late to ask for hers.

~~~~~~~

It's been a few months now.
The guilt has settled to a dull ache
Behind your breastbone.

Do you see her?
She looks familiar...
You don't know why.
Then...you realize.
It's the dark hair,
The long dark sleeves,
The black jeans and boots.
You know who she is.

"Emo!" Your mind whispers.
"Cutter!"

What happens next...
Well.

That...
Is up to YOU.