Let me take this blade, dear God, and write my story upon my flesh. Let me be a living, breathing canvas for you. If blood stains, allow me to feel fearless during my time of weakness until the pain passes. I'm trembling, painfully, allowing the blades tongue to taste my skin. However, I've been down this road several times, and each time it's written in blood. If Red Stains the Way for me, guilding me back where I belong, allow it to keep me secure and keep me breathing.

Somewhat alive, in this tiny human shell.

Forgive me, God, for being such a weak, lousy human at your feet. I'm sorry for being so small and rattled. Allow me to pick myself up with your power and faith.

Help me be more than just a vasal. Help me believe in myself and not take the path written in blood.

Allow White to stain the way to hope.