living proof
we are living proof,, so here it goes, the living truth, said uncoated without any cuth. I remember looking out the window staring through bars watching , but the window was to blurry to see the stars. They locked me away when they saw the truth they locked me away because i was living proof. how could you hide a secret when its written on your body, how do you hide it when your always sobbing. i use to rely on a razor, pills an men, when he looks at my scars i play pretend. The wounds got deeper as time went by,, but this place helped me understand why. Now im alive ,, im lucky im alive still, i am living proof of a nightmare that became real. Now understand you dont know my story, dont look up to me for glory, look at your wrist if you relate to this, now close your eyes an give god a kiss, because you and i are living proof of people who are not afraid to tell the truth. If you need help He is always there, he saved my life so he must care.
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