I'm sorry, Thank you

Leaning against the edge of my bed
My blanket grows bigger as more tears fall
I thought and wondered when my family was happy
And there wasn't a time that I could recall

My eyes became red and brown bags formed
I turned on some music and heard a piano play
I heard "Thank you for the Cross Lord"
I began to both weep and pray

I grabbed a tissue and dabbed my eyes
I was scared to write this, no one knew
I stared at and held a razor that night
I knew I needed some kind of rescue

Oh God I just wanted to write this and apologize
For even thinking of harming myself
When I know you are my rock and my Saviour
Your just about the only one who can help

Why would I even think of cutting myself?
When I know Jesus your blood was already shed
I don't need to bleed too
It was for me, the reason your dead

Lord I'm sorry I didn't turn to you earlier
But thank you for stopping me before
I had done something I would always regret
Something that would make me weaker and sore

Jesus I will always believe in you
You hold my broken heart in your hand
My tears stopped falling because I realized
You see my weariness and will hold me when I can't stand