(Ok guys i could not think of a name for this poem like... AT ALL so thats why the name blows but hopefully you like it)
Choked by the devil
Raised by the wolves
Lifes been hell but we still strive for survival
Scars across our body
Hate in our minds
Yet we're the nicest out there
Not fake, but real
We tell it like it is
We don't want anyone to get hurt
But we know its impossible to save everyone
We need to be there for whoever we can
And do whatever we can to help the others
Whether it be through music
Or writing
Or even volunteering
Everyone needs a little help at times
And if we band together
And reach for that goal
That everyone will be happy
Someday it will happen
And all the suicides and people diagnosed with depression
There won't be such a thing anymore.
People with those thoughts will be happy
And if their ever not they'll have eveyone that they need
And they will survive.
