THANK ME WITH YOUR HANDS

i know people that are fucked up. i know people that have run away. i know people who are addicted to drugs. i know people that are in rehab. i know people that have attempted suicide. i know people that are in jail. i know people that have lost their minds. i know people that have hurt people. i know people that have killed people. i miss them all. even though i hardly knew most, and though they might be wrong, i miss them all the same, for they are my peers, and we are the future. i miss them. who they were, what they used to be, and i hope, for their sake, that it is not to late for them. i hope they see the light, and make a change because i know people that didn’t make it, i know people that have died, and i miss them all terribly.