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The scars on my arms speak louder then my words
From the other room to the one I am in
The walls are closing in
I cant put my finger on it
But there is something wrong with me
These wounds scream out to me
And hurt even more then the time I put them there.
I cant help but think there's something more to life then God has shown us
Being raped and beat and left alone afterwords just wanting to die
Slowly wanting something more in life then pain and hurt
Then the best comes that turns to worst
And that is a child
A beautiful baby boy
Dressed in blue
Run's for his life
And wants nothing more then what his mom has
He wants nothing more then to die and then he does things like cut Himself and burns himself as he has learned from his mom now Both of us are dead from burning ourselve's alive
Because of want his father has done to us before this
written at 7:52
July 1st, 2007
written inspired by Tomas J. Grisbe
Timathy J. Grisbe
and me Dianna L. Green
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