We have an army
Of
The Depressed. The broken. The forgotten. The fallen. The rejects. The lost ones. The ones who have been through all the shit in this world. To all of us who know pain and sorrow. To everyone who wishes for a way out of your own mind. We only want to be ourselves.
We are stonger than anyone or anything. We have an army.
One gets hurt. We feel it. We dont know the angel that got hurt. But deep inside we feel it. We know that one of us is hurt. If one of us gets lost we do anything we can to help. Do you ever have that small spark of hope? Thats one of us believing in you. We can do this together. We are the wild ones.
Someone will always turn against us. Someone will bring their own army.
Called sosiety. That someone will do whatever they can to bring you down. Because they are scared. Scared of an angel like you. You dont need to fell like this alone. Remember that someone will loose his own army one day. Society will be lost. Society is an army that will not last forever. We will always be together. We delt with all the suffering. We are an army of fallen angels. Those who did not make it are our guardians. They watch over us. They are very proud that you have made it through another day.
Remember..........
We are an army....
Together . we are one...