Young ones don’t feel bad. Do you know how many internships I qualified for and couldn’t take because I had to pay rent. Or year after year how I slept in the dorm room during holiday breaks cause I had no home to return too. Using alcohol to make me happy on a sad day which was everyday. Hoping somebody knew how to rig the washer and dryer so I could stay clean. While walking to work and homeless people asking can they help me. In and out of shelters so much I didn’t have to sign in. That darkness you living wasn’t just made for you my friend. Suicide was always on my mind but thinking about why would make me just cry. Feeling if I fight then I can become strong enough to be happy with life. Learning there’s no winner when the fight is over only more problems. You often feel like you standing in the middle of a war field in the smoke and dark. You can play dead but one day you will have to get up. Nowhere to run back to and no direction for you to go. Yet and still JUMP THRU DARKNESS and slide your feet forward real slow. And maybe just maybe if you move far enough your war will end before you do. Then it will be your turn to teach those who love and look up to you……….