We are the forgotten,

We are the one's hidding behind our image.

We are te ones who aren't seen,

We are another number of another statistic.

We are the one's with blood stained hands and a dark mind set.

We are the ones you think are strong,

We are the ones you never think hide away in our rooms at night and contomlate sicide.

We are th lonely,

We are the broken,

We are th ones who know mutilation is out of sght.

We are the ones loseing our minds.

We are the ones who act just fine,

We are the fogotten.

But you will remeber us when we are gone.


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