We Who Bleed.

We Who Bleed

We are those who chose a road less taken.
We are those whom appear to be normal,
yet are labeled "deeply troubled and emotionally unstable"
We come from different backgrounds and different pasts,
yet we all share one thing, one secret.
We all suffer from pain and sadness.
We all fall back upon it's glistening, smooth, savior-like self.
We run to it, we beg it to release us form our bonds.
We rely on this lancinating pain, to save us from the unknown.
Outside we smile and laugh, inside we scream and cry.
You can't see it, you can't read us.
We mask ourselves, so no one sees our vulnerability.
No one can know.
We are grouped and placed where you want us to be,
given names and branded like cattle.
"Emo kid!" they say "stay away, their crazy and only want attention!"
Is this who we are?
Pushed aside and mocked.
Hence why no one can know.
We are the ones who create our own paths.
We mark our-selves to feel alive.
We are not bad people,
we are not sick people.
We are people like you, just with other ways to discard our pain and frustrations.
We don't want attention, we want freedom.
We want help and someone to lean on.
We are prisoners of ourselves.
We are people, we are humans,
and we shall stand strong together,
break free from our chains, and step forth into the light,
out of the suffocating darkness, together.
You just have to believe,
we all have a heart that beats like yours.
We can be free,
We just have to believe...

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008