My heart goes out to all the broken kids,

The ones who know far too early

what it feels like to have all the air

sucked out of you by a panic attack;

The ones who are sad for no reason

and don’t understand why

And assume everyone else feels

the same way;

The ones who assume they are the

only one who feels like they do

And are so lonely for it;

The ones who know meaningless pain

And who greet it like an old friend

because they’ve never known any different;

To the kids who fall and

can pick themselves back up;

To the kids who can’t;

To the kids who equate pressure

With desire and failure

With defeat;

To the kids who believe in themselves

when no one else does;

To the kids who don’t even

when others do;

To each and every last kid alive

who struggles to get through a day,

and to those who survive.

I know you, I know your soul.

I know you because I was

One of you.

I was one of you and so

I believe in you.

So no matter what, know this:

Broken kids of the world,

You are not alone.

11/2015