Here’s to the kid who wears plastic smiles,

Here’s to the kid whose tear tracks run for miles.

Here’s to the kid who laughs until he cries,

Heres to the kid whose mouth is filled with lies.

Here’s to the kid who’d rather die.

Here’s to the kid who never played eye spy.

Here’s to the kid who forgot how to breathe.

Here’s to the kid who watched his father seethe.

Here’s to the kid who’s life fell apart.

Here’s to the kid who lost his heart.

Here’s to the kid who ran before he could walk.

Here’s to the kid who sobbed before he could talk.

Here’s to the kid lost his way.

Here’s to the kid who has nothing left to say.

Here’s to the kid with the broken glasses.

Here’s to the kid who never ran with the masses.

Here’s to the kid who stood alone.

Here’s to the kid whose smile was poorly sown.

Here’s to the kid who never knew,

Just what a little therapy could really do.

Here’s to the kid with super powers,

Here’s to the kid who stayed up late through the hours.

Here’s to the kid who no one knew,

Here’s to the kid whose promises never fell through.

Here’s to the kid with wrists made of scars.

Here’s to the kid who left us for the stars.

Here’s to the kid who knew who he was.

Here’s to the kid who loathed himself.

Here’s to the kid whose feelings were left on a shelf.

Here’s to the kid with tears made of glass,

Here’s to the kid who never went to class.

Here’s to the kid who was never afraid,

Here’s to the kid whose best friend was the blade.

Here’s to the kid whose best class was drama.

Here’s to the kid who never made it home to his momma.

Here’s to the kid who wore a mask.

Here’s to the kid who never missed a task.

Here’s to the kid who we lost that day.

Here’s to the kid who never found his way.

Here’s to the kid who we loved so dearly,

Here’s to the kid who screamed louder than them all.

Here’s to the kid who seemed so small.

Here’s to the kid no one remembered after his fall.

Here’s to the kid who cried in his sleep.

Here’s to the kid who forgot how to weep.

Here’s to the kids like that kid in the clouds.

Here’s to the kids who know that pain,

And here’s to the kids who don’t know all the same.

Here’s to the kids, with the tears and the laughter.

Here’s to the kids, who know not now, but only what comes after.