The Way We're Living

If you stopped and realize that others had feelings,
You'd stop questioning our choices .
You think broken bones hurt more than the names we got called,
And trust me we got called them all.
People used to say how we were different.
That nobody wanted us around.
As if surgeons could cut out the hurtful words.
We were bombarded by the attacks of the sad songs,
And the loneliness that being different brought.
Life is a battleground,
And we feel outnumbered every day.
The tidal waves of anti-depressants,
And the people with the audacity to tell us to get over it.
We don't speak up because we're scared.
We don't want to deal with the long hours of therapy,
And the tests about our life that we always seems to fail.
Despite the friends that call us an inspiration,
We still feel alone.
Just because we always seem to make it through another day,
No matter how hard yesterday was,
Doesn't make us a hero.
In reality we're trying to hold on to that last piece of sanity we have left.
Out of all the cliques and groups you see in school,
We were freaks.
Was it because of our taste in music?
Or because of the way we grew up?
Some people act as if depression can heal with the contents found in an emergency kit,
But that's not true.
We felt like we're walking a tight rope,
And our past is on each end shaking it,
Trying to make us fall down.
We won't give into you.
We are our own definition of beauty,
And if you don't want to tell us that then we'll tell each other.
We'll save each other from doing something horrible to ourselves.
We'll each build a cast around our broken heart,
And we'll each sign it with love.