IT IS.

It's not the people that do the horrible things.
It's not the people that cause the problem, that leave ripples within the soul of others.
The people that have nothing to live for.
It's the people that feel too much, too hard, too often.
It's the fragile ones.
It's the ones that scream for help - + the noise is deafening inside their own head.
It's the people that ARE loved, cared about.
It's the people that will be missed.

It's me.