I don't know which year I died
If it was when my mom tried to pick me up in kindergarden, but was to drunk to take me home
Several times
Or if it was when I had no friends and got bullied every day
But I sure as hell do know one thing for sure
I revived from the dead
I raised from my grave
stood with broken bones
Dried blood
And scars
I will have these scars for life
But today, I realized
This makes me who I am
And I'm **** proud of myself
Because I survived.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
I don't know which year I died
If it was when my mom tried to pick me up in kindergarden, but was to drunk to take me home
Several times
Or if it was when I had no friends and got bullied every day
But I sure as hell do know one thing for sure
I revived from the dead
I raised from my grave
stood with broken bones
Dried blood
And scars
I will have these scars for life
But today, I realized
This makes me who I am
And I'm **** proud of myself
Because I survived.
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