Here's to the kids,
Who sleep instead of party,
Because their eyes flood with tears,
And suicide floods their hearts,
Yet every morning,
They decide is worth seeing.

Here's to the parents,
Who are unaware,
Their child wants to die every second,
Their child wishes they weren't born,
Yet every night,
They wish them sweet dreams.

Here's to the people,
Who've lost a loved one,
Due to suicide,
They didn't even know was wanted,
Yet every day,
They blame themselves for not knowing.

Here's to you,
Fighting for tomorrow,
With blood wrists,
And tear stained eyes,
Clean yourself up,
Keep fighting.