Sitting alone in a dark room
Lit only by a bedside lamp
I'm home alone in this house-like tomb
And I raise a mug of tea up in my hands.
"I want to make a toast"
I whisper in the almost darkness
See my eyes are puffy and voice somewhat lost
"Because there are people like me in more distress"
Here's to the girls
Who hide the scars
Who hide the burns
Who hide the hurt
The girls scrolling through tumblr
Who can't speak out
Because other people are doing it
For the attention no doubt.
Here's to the boys
Who can't tell their friends
Who don't get their stories told
Because they have to be 'men'
Looking at the girls
And envying the way
They can seek help and support
Without being afraid.
Here's to the kid
Who screams in despair
Who kicks the wall in frustration
And rips out their hair.
They know they're going bald
But their hands are running wild
Their brain tells them to stop
But their heart won't reconcile.
Here's to the boy
Who's trapped inside a girl
Who want's to cut his hair off
And wear different clothes
But his parents won't believe
That God has made a mistake
They say they'll only love 'her'
If he keeps being fake.
Here's too everyone like me
Here's to people better or worse
Here's to the self pitying, the self loathing and hateful
Here's to every human no matter how diverse.
You're most likely stronger than I am myself
And me raising a lukewarm mug of tea isn't doing much good
But I mean it as a hug, a small gesture of love
Because I know we're not wrong or broken - just misunderstood.
