Broken Hearts

She sat up all night, hoping, wishing that one day her prince charming would come and take he away from the cold, dark and lonely life she had been living.
He sat up all night crying, listening to the sound of his parents fight, scratching tally-marks into his skin, as a sign that he's made it another day.
They, sit alone in the back of the class, hiding their pain behind fake smiles and laughter.
Yet they know that their scars will never fade.
She knows that her prince charming may never come.
And if he does, he'll have to deal with a broken soul and scar covered body.
He knows that the fighting won't last forever.
And that possibly they'll be okay again.
We know that scars don't just fade.
The depression can eat us from the inside out.
Food is sometimes the enemy.
Our minds are filled with the monster we've created.
Our tears are bitter with self-hatred.
Our screams can not drown out their name calling.
Her blood stained wrist, his scared up arms.
Our pain trapped inside, slowly clawing its way out.
She is us, and so is he.
Lost in a society that doesn't understand how to accept somebody who's different.