For The Degenerates

This one’s for the broken people

With the stories you won’t ever hear

 To everyone that doubts themselves

And the things they cannot change

  For those chained to their fears

   This one if for the addicts

And the drunks

   And the beat down

The poor

  And the brokenhearted

 The ones who stopped before they started

This one is for y’all

   To the people that have been cheated on by someone they loved 

And for those who chased their dreams when no one else believed 

   This is for the adult that had a nightmarish childhood

And for the free-thinkers

  The ones who question the stories they were told

  The bold

The stubborn sonsofbitches 

   The humans that felt too much when they were young, so they became numb

This is for the degenerates

   Who grew up on food stamps and clothes from the Goodwill

    In a shitty poor town

With just a small pocket of free will

    This is for those who don’t give a damn

And for those that think politics is a silly power game

    For those who still read books instead of doom scrolling through their phones

And for those that need that escape from reality 

   This one's for you

For the one who has to force a smile today

   And for the person whose dog just passed away

For the person in the cancer ward that has three more days

    This is one is for the little boys that were scolded and told to behave

This is for those who have something wrong with their brain

   This is for those in pain

This is for the sinking ship

   And for the lady stuck in an abusive relationship

 This one is for the broken people

With the stories you won’t ever hear . . .

   Find me some day

Wandering around this maze

   And tell me your story

 I’ll listen to you

   And I’ll breathe life into it

   Because people need to know

What life is really like for us. 

I know it's not much

I wish I could do more . . .

But right now

It's the best I can do for you.   

-CH 4/2/25