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Path

His Path
It is not your right to judge him for it.
Its not his fault he is broken.
yes he has scars
Its not his fault he felt alone,
not his fault he was left shattered by whom she trusted
Not his fault he felt unwanted, useless, helpless and a waste of space
Its not his fault he felt like the razor was his only friend.
He cried for help and died inside every time he tried.
Her path
It is not your right to judge her for it.
Its not her fault she is broken.
yes she has scars
Its not her fault she felt alone,
not her fault she was left shattered by whom she trusted
Not her fault she felt unwanted, useless, helpless and a waste of space
Its not her fault she felt like the razor was her only friend.
She cried for help and died inside every time she tried.
My path
It is not your right to judge it me for it
Its not my fault I am broken
Yes I have scars
Its not my fault I felt alone
not my fault I was left shattered by whom I trusted
Not my fault I felt unwanted, useless, helpless and a waste of space
Its not my fault I felt like the razor was my only friend.
I cried for help and died every time I tried
Out Paths
Its not your right to judge us for it
Its not our fault we are broken
Yes we have scars
Its not our fault we are broken
Not our fault we felt alone
Not our fault we where left shattered by whom we trusted
Not our fault we felt unwanted, useless, helpless and a waste of space
Its not our fault we felt like razors were our only friends
We cried for for help and died every time we tried.
Now look at our wrists and try to judge.
Hard isn’t it?
Now don’t judge us by out paths until you have walked a mile in out shoes
and felt the same way we felt.
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