To the kids

July 1, 2015

This is to the kids who run from fear,

To the kids who are broken and tired of tears.

To the kids who fake a smile everyday,

With cuts on their wrists and resfuse to stay.

Refuse to stay on this Earth anymore,

To the kids who don't know what they are fighting for.

Broken, hurt and torn apart,

They deserve a brand new fucking start.

So here's to the kids who want to be free,

But wait this poem is also about me.

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