For Us

I could write and write.

I could fill all my notebooks;

I could use up all of my ink,

Yet still, I would have more words to write.

More words for the girl in the bathroom purging.

More words for the boy in the locker room crying. 

More words for the girl in front of the mirror praying for a new body.

More words for the artist who feels misunderstood.

More words for the ones locked in their bedrooms hurting themselves.

Never will my mind stop pouring out for them,

Never will I be able to stop it from pouring,

And so I continue. 

I will keep writing.

They are the ones who need to hear.

-someday we will all be okay