They'll never see us.
The real us.
The broken ones that have nothing to lose.
The 19 year old lost in his sorrows.
The 15 year old who hates her body.
He drowns himself in ***** while she forces her fingers down her throat.
The girls that do what they shouldn't to find love in the wrong places.
The guys that can't hide everything.
The kids that hide razorblades in their dresser drawers.
The suicidal, the lost and forgotten.
The ones that are different.
The boy who clears his conscience using poetry.
We make up the majority yet are powerless to change the way things are.
Nobody wants to help us because then they become associated with us.
Then they become us.