To All The Broken Souls In The World, I Promise You Will Rise Again

This is for the mornings that you chose to skip breakfast.

This is for the lunches that you’re still in bed.

This is for the nights that you cried yourself to sleep.

This is for the rains you cursed because you can’t get out.

This is for the sun that burned your cheeks.

This is for the wind that ruined you newly brushed glory.

This is for the coffee that failed to awaken you.

This is for the cold showers that irritated you.

This is for the movies that didn’t make you smile.

This is for the tiniest things that made you frown.

This is for the broken, the sad souls.

This is for the ones who lost loves.

This is for the ones in pain, the weaks.

This is for the ones battling with depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, and other mental illnesses.

This is for the times you’ve attempted suicide.

This is for the reckless cries, the tired minds.

This is for the failures, the no, the not.

This is for all the rejections and bullshits.

This is for all the broken promises, the disappointments, and the mess.

This is for the breakthroughs that didn’t break you.

This is for the survivors of the past years.

Tonight, let’s burn this world down and graffiti the sky.

Tomorrow, we rise.