Prove Your Existence

Your words
marred my flesh
And your soul
bled through my lines
Even the simple things
prove to fill up the space
The colors of your mind
Taint my complexion
But i hold your secrets nonetheless
As if they were mine
I take all your burdens on
And bear your sorrows weight in gold
And even with all the thing I have done
I could not stop you
holding a gun
You spilled your last thought
In crimson upon my last page 
A message to the broken
your poured you soul into mine
Leaving scars that prove your existence