this one

this one's for everyone that wears there fuckupness on the outside
for the ones who choose not to or can't hide the storm raging inside of them

For the overeaters with full bellies and stockpiles of sweets
for the non-eaters who are glanced at our of peripheries and whispered about

For the ones with scars running across their arms and legs
and the ones with burns that now look like rashes on their wrists

This one is for the chain smokers publicly breathing in their own death
And the one's with patches who are trying to cheat it

This one is for anyone who left their house and went out unshielded
who chose to wear their pain instead of fashionable armor

This one is the beautiful and tragic fight for life
For those doing anything to get to the next morning,
anything to make it through the night,
anything, any scar, for just one more chance

This one is for the ones who naively and hopelessly believe
in themselves, in change.

This is for the ones waking up each day set on destroying themselves,
dreaming of a world and a life that cannot be lived.