The broken down, the battles that have beaten us to the core, We don’t fit in any box as we feel cold to the bone.
We feel nothing at all, used, worthless, sad, angry, or mistreated, How can people not believe when we speak this?
All alone lost in a disarray of thoughts raging and racing like a tornado rolling in, It’s all in your mind some will say, yet they don’t understand the misfits mind.
We come in all colors, ages, different backgrounds with sadness in our eyes and a broken heart, We understand each other if we could just come together and raise OUR flag.
Depression, anxiety, all forms of mental illness is not something to be ashamed of, Yet we all hide holding our hurt inside fighting this battle all alone.