Welcome to the island of misfit toys
We are just like you
Except we are a little more broken

One sits chugging a bottle straight
As the burning fuel trickles down their throat
Moments before they black out from the world once again

One sits scratching their arm
Craving their next hit
Of whatever drug is strong enough
To numb the pain of reality for long enough to regain his breathe

One girl takes her last breathe
As the colour drains from her face
Without anyone realising
Cause they are all fighting their own demons

A new one joins everyday
Joins this hell we call home
No one stays long enough to get to know them
They are just background noise to the blurry haze

Welcome to the island of misfit toys
I hope you don’t end up here