We are the kids Who want to feel alive We want to feel liberated and beautiful and young. We are the sad youth. Of cutting And anti-depressants Praying for some one to save us From ourselves, When our minds are dark And we are alone. We are the wild youth. Of late nights And city lights With our lungs filled with smoke And adrenaline pumping through our veins. We are the lonely youth. Where no one knows our thoughts And no one understands But God, how we wish they would. We are the hipster indie youth. We don't do it for the aesthetic Because this is who we are We live our lives in black white And sometimes, someone beautiful Adds in the most vibrant color. We are the wandering youth. Searching, exploring, running, grasping At whatever we can That make us see There is hope And wonder And brilliance in the world. We are the youth of today We are different But we are human. We are the youth. And even if our youth is fading, The memories we made aren't.
I hope that when you read this, you remember moments that made you feel sad, happy, in love and alive. I really hope you do.