Broken and alone

this sorrow takes a hold.

It grabs me by the neck,

as my life begins to wreck.

I hold the knife in my hand

as I begin to brand

my wrist with an X

what in my life will come next?

these thoughts run through my mind,

time after time.

I think of what I could be,

then I realize the real me.

I'm sad and I'm torn

this is the me I have formed

I'm bruised and I'm lost

oh, is this the cost?

The cost of how hard I feel?

Will this wound ever heel?

When something grabs me by the hand

and wraps around like a rubber band.

A voice whispers in my ear

"Danielle, I am here"

He picks me up from the ground

I can feel him all around

I begin to shout to him

Jesus, save me from this sin

Heal my broken heart

I am falling apart.