Tortured souls see each others scared life like a scarlet letter
Wishes turned to prayers a long time ago don't let them forget it doesn't get better
Stitches rip away exposing our shame and discontent
The smell of gang green swirls through each nostril of life’s malnourishment
Littered with decisions of recklessness and pain
Life’s own toilet bowl filled to the brim with choices driven us arcane
People of ignorance stare at our choices like a caged animal
We stare back empty, alone, and wrists bound by our decisions madrigal
This life is shared by many and understood by very few
This life is undoubtedly hard to start a new
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