Here's to the People

Here’s to the ones who didn’t make it to 2017.
Here’s to the souls that held demons
Like oceans hold water
And their emotions over filling like shores.

Here’s to the girls and boys,
Or anywhere in between,
Who are told they’re too this
Or too that to be them.

Here’s to the people
Who lived on their own
For so long
They forgot people cared.

Here’s to the ones
Who didn’t live long enough
To see that things
Really do change.

Here’s to the people
Who are told to give up,
And that who they are
Isn't enough.

Here’s to the souls
That was told they “aren’t strong enough”
Even though they held secrets
Millions couldn’t bare hold.

Here’s to the people
Forever scared so bad
The smell of cologne
Makes them feel like they’re dying.

Here’s to the people
Who are told to “just get over it”
When they have both a mom and dad
To go home crying to.

Here’s to the people
Who is told to “bulk up”
And that “that’s not a real issue.
Think about blank.”

Here’s to the people
Who need rainbows of medication
Just to live one day
Without dying.

Here’s to the people
Who can’t see the sunset
Because their mind can only see
The ending, not the colors.

Here’s to the people
Who try to live like they’re fixed
When inside they feel
Like they’re broken in pieces.

Here’s to the people who didn’t make it to 2017.
To the people who couldn’t wait another 40 seconds
To stop from being
Just another stat.