I know you go out and you see the girls and boys with the cuts on their arms.
and you just keep walking. But I know what goes through your mind. You think what a freak. You think what could be wrong, but you do nothing about it because “you don’t want to get involved”
or you’re the other one, that’s throws out lashes and harsh words. And You make the scars worse! But you are oblivious to what you are doing. You just shrug a shoulder say oh well and walk on.
Then these girls and these boys they go to a broken home and the shut the door and lock it. They have the knife in their hands and their mind is screaming do it. And when the blood drips they let out a silent sob. Because they are lonelyand broken. And you never tried to prove them wrong
And these girls and these boys cry when their dad comes home and yells at their mom, and they blame themselves for everything that is going on.
But they get up and are at school the next day trying to cover the scars that were made just yesterday. And they dread seeing your face because they know what you will say. And they will be the lonely and the broken because no one ever tried to prove them wrong.
You judge them because they listen to the music that screams, but you don’t know that the lyrics speak to their soul. You aren’t their when they are lonely at night and that is the only thing that will ever feel right.
They go to the therapist who says the meds will end it, but they just refuse to take it because they feel as if they are too broken to be healed by the contents in a pharmacy. And all they really feel is that they want to be loved
They keep going to school, barely able to make it through the day. When a happy face shows up and says “ I saw your sad face” and three weeks turns into three years and you are walking across the stage for graduation. And the cuts on your arm, the only thing that remains is a small scar.
and that happy face is crying because they know they loved you when you were alone.
And that’s all you needed in the end.
IT
WAS
LOVE.