we are the broken the nameless
the kids without real names
the ones that where told who we are
and who we have to be
trying to hide away the pain
hiding behind pills and a fake smile that sways
acting like everything is okay

but deep down we are broken within
holding on to idols to fix ourselves
but falling deeper into sadness
thinking and knowing we can never be
the ones that are know

no we are now
we are now as faggot and retard
never really hearing you can be who you want to be
but when we follow our dreams they are smashed down by the bully
and reality

how much longer can we hold on acting like everything is okay
maybe its knowing that someone else in this world feels like me
trying to find something or someone that cares
going to drugs to abusive relationships to feel like we found our place

Copyright © Liam Dickerson

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