This was made for my creative writing class. I think it turned out well nonetheless. |
Here’s to the ones who didn’t make it to 2017. Here’s to the souls that held demons Like oceans hold water And their emotions over filling like shores. Here’s to the girls and boys, Or anywhere in between, Who are told they’re too this Or too that to be them. Here’s to the people Who lived on their own For so long They forgot people cared. Here’s to the ones Who didn’t live long enough To see that things Really do change. Here’s to the people Who are told to give up, And that who they are Isn't enough. Here’s to the souls That was told they “aren’t strong enough” Even though they held secrets Millions couldn’t bare hold. Here’s to the people Forever scared so bad The smell of cologne Makes them feel like they’re dying. Here’s to the people Who are told to “just get over it” When they have both a mom and dad To go home crying to. Here’s to the people Who is told to “bulk up” And that “that’s not a real issue. Think about blank.” Here’s to the people Who need rainbows of medication Just to live one day Without dying. Here’s to the people Who can’t see the sunset Because their mind can only see The ending, not the colors. Here’s to the people Who try to live like they’re fixed When inside they feel Like they’re broken in pieces. Here’s to the people who didn’t make it to 2017. To the people who couldn’t wait another 40 seconds To stop from being Just another stat. |