This goes out to the kids who sleep in skinny jeans and converse.
To the ones who sing screamo and punk rock as lullabies.
To the kids who work all day and party all night.
To the kids who can't sing but can rap.

This goes out to the kids who work to keep their families off the streets
To the kids with a ****** GPA but with amazing knowledge of the world.
To those that get picked last
To that girl at table 5 with the blonde hair and mini-skirt.

This goes out to my fellow victims.
The ones who have been beaten.
The ones who have been screamed at.
The ones who had their innocence stripped from them by force.
The ones who have been stuck between a brick wall and a hard place.

This goes out to everyone.

This is for my friends who have become family
This is for my family that has become friends
This is for the kids who I used to hate that are now my best friends in the world.
This is for the strangers who became my friends and the friends' that became strangers.

This is for my friends who have survived
The suicide attempts
The loss of innocence by a person who was evil enough to hurt you down where the sun don't shine.
The abuse from a loved one or friend who said they would never hurt you.
Disabilities that should have stopped you but didn't.
People who ****** with you just to get a reaction.
Those who've hurt you.

This goes out for the people who have stood by me since they met me.

You may have thought this would have a message at the end.

But it doesn't.

Not all poems do.

It's what you take away from this.
I'm
That's the message.

And I'm **** happy.