This is for those who know Cancer isn’t just a word.
For anyone who has ever watched his or her loved one carried out in a black zipped-up bag.
For those who know the true extent of last words.
For anyone who has had to stand in front of a room of people and shakily recite a eulogy.
For those who have truly had to say goodbye.
This is for those who cringe at the word rape.
Who silently sit in the back of the room knowing all too well the sticky, ugly fingers of molest.
Who know that rape isn’t something to laugh at, make obscene jokes about, or even smile in the presence of.
Who know what it means to be violated.
Who have cried themselves to sleep bleeding there.
This is for those who woke up to a gunshot, found a bloody mess and dull razor, couldn’t find any more pills next to the cold body; Suicide. They say it and they know what it means.
This is for the girls who see only darkness, despair, death every waking hour of every damned day.
For those who cower behind hidden scars they feel every night to know that something is still there.
For those who see suicide statistic and think brother, mother, sister, father, friend, husband, person.
This is for those who go to sleep at night praying for a better tomorrow.
For those who wake up in the middle of the night and momentarily forget what it feels like to grieve.
For every dreamer and hoper and lover and believer who just knows that it has to get better. There is more than this pain.
This is for me. For my family. My friends. My loss.
But most importantly, this is for you.