We're all here 'cause we've lost control.

I am not Alice and this isn't Wonderland.

This Is For Them 

This is for every urge you’ve ever suppressed,
for that little boy with a hole in his chest,
for that little girl who’s never been best
at anything, anywhere, at all,
this is for them.

This is for the lonely nights spent in bed,
for the monsters that lurk in your dark, mad head,
for the ones who live on but feel like they’re dead
or dying, or both sometimes,
this is for them.

This is for the generations who never fit in,
for the ones who don’t feel comfortable in their own skin,
for the tired, the hungry and the mess that they’re in,
scraggly and bleeding,
this is for them.

This is for the lost battalions years back,
for the war torn and heart torn and dead in a sack,
this is for the ones who’s names aren’t given back,
lying nameless in graves,
this is for them.

This is for the sad ones, the mad ones, the rest,
this is for everyone with pain in their chest,
this is for the starving and the never blessed,
this is for all,
this is for us.

Because it doesn’t matter if you’re dying or just feel like you are,
if you’re already broken or just falling apart,
if you’re sad or mad or there’s pain in your heart,
I hope you make it through,
this is for you.