Here’s to the depressed.
To the ones who lost the one they thought they knew best.
To the ones who fake a smile.
Here’s to the ones that type I’m okay while crying.
To the ones that have shed all the tears that could possibly be shed.
To the kids that have pillows stained by tears.
Drowning in sorrow over the years.
Here’s to the one that wants to make everyone else happy, but cant even help themselves when needed.
Here’s to the kid that shouts out in anger.
Feeling like they only knew a stranger.
Here’s to the brokenhearted.
To the ones that are brought up from a broken home.
Here’s to the innocent who are treated like they aren’t innocent.
To the ones that hope to find even the littlest to prove they’re sane.
Here’s to the ones that are torn down in shame.
To the ones that feels like life’s a never ending game.
Here’s to the people that force themselves to sleep at night in hopes of escaping reality.
To the kids who think suicide because they were tortured in society.
To the kids with even the slightest slits of the wrist all because they couldn’t be accepted.
Here’s to the melancholy.
To the I’m dones…
I don’t cares…
To the I can’t take it anymore.
Here’s to the ones that don’t even know what happiness is anymore.
To the ones who fake a smile just to make it through the day, with even the slightest desire to find a way.
Here’s to the despairing sound of a crack in someone’s voice.
To the mislead…to the loyce.
Here’s to the stream pouring from your check…
Proclaiming: “I’m too weak.”