You with scars on your wrists,
You with bruises on your back,
You with stitches on your head,
You with the broken soul,
For you my abused girl.
You with R.I.P tatted across your chest,
You with drink in hand and blood-shot eyes,
You with guns strapped to your belt,
You with the thoughts of running away,
For you my confused boy.
You with tears in your eyes,
You with the ring on your finger,
You with memories in your head,
You with the heart that's broken down the middle,
For you my lonely widow.
You with poison in your veins,
You with rising temperatures,
You with weakened bones,
You with the blurred kind looking for and answer,
For you my cancer soldier.
For you who feel misunderstood,
For you who want give up,
For you who want someone back,
This is for YOU!
You are not alone.
This is for you.
You don't have to do this on your own.
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