here to the kids who raised themselves. 
heres to the kids who woke up one morning without their parents home, or to them hammered and passed out. 
heres to the kids who never had someone to talk to in their house, who weren't comfortable with their family because of the endless judgement. 
heres to the kids who got drunk and stoned throughout the teenage years because you thought it was the only way to suppress the hurt.
heres to the kids who were always yelled at for not living up to their parents expectations. 
heres to the kids that cry themselves to sleep at night, feeling like nothing more than a speck of dust.
to the kids who were suicidal.
heres to the kids who had brush the dirt off their knees; the kids who got lost in themselves without someone to find them.
youre gonna be alright. 
-----------------------------------------------------------
maybe we'll meet again, when we're slightly older and our minds less hectic, and i'll be right for you and you'll be right for me. but right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
-----------------------------------------------------------
note to self:" i love you" doesn't mean "I wont ever leave you"
-----------------------------------------------------------
is this what you call a family?
-----------------------------------------------------------
RIP Devin Thomas 1997-2014
-'Nuff said c: