This is for the people who know how it feels to be at lost and thrown off balance.
For the people who know how it feels to plaster on a convincingly intoxicated facade so that they can drag their vacant yet burdensome bodies around without a doubt in mind.
The people who know that their world is beginning to slowly crumble around them while they try to hold onto the remaining pieces.
People who know and cease to believe that they have the ability and courage to let go of the dense obscurity in their chests to let in the weight lifting fluorescent.
Who know that they should give up but refuse to give in.
Those are the people who know.
And are not alone.
Please note: I want for whomever is going to read this poem to know that even though you may think and it might seem like you're completely alone, you're not. There is always that one person who's there for you, it could be anybody from your best friend to your grandmother for all you know, but there is always someone out there who is meant to look out and take care of you. Don't loose hope, keep going, not only for the people you care about but - most importantly - for yourself.