Here's To The Strugglers

Here's to the strugglers

The ones who dare to change

The ones looking at something

And then widening the range

Here's to the insomniacs

The ones who never sleep

The people up at 3 am

And the ones who never slumber deep

Here's to the nightmare fighters

Waking up alone

Where the most fear stems from themselves

When sleeping in their home

Here's to the panic attack victims

The ones who shake and cry

Desperately holding onto something

Until the panic attack goes by

Here's to the depressed ones

The one that are really sick

Not the ones just "in a funk"

But the ones who need a walking stick

Here's to the lonely ones

Who are searching for a friend

The ones that are so lonely

And loneliness won't end

Here's to the ones

Fighting battles in their minds

Where the war is invisible

And they're stuck in its confines

Here's to the people

Who's bodies turned on themselves

And fighting drains so much of them

That they practically live on shelves

Here's to the ones

Who dread the social centre

The kids who hide in the restrooms

As soon as they enter

Here's to the people

With things they do not say

The people living with terrible things

That they wish would go away