oh how i wish i know,
if the kid down the block
is fighting the same battles
and drowning the same demons as me.

how i wish i had a clue,
if the kid i met at the supermarket
is crying and struggling quietly
at 2 am in the morning.

how i wish i knew,
that the kid at the halls
wore a ton of bangles and smiles
to hide the scars and pain.

if only i knew,
then we could've talked,
hold each others' hands
and have each others' back.

if only i knew,
one or two lonely kids
i could've saved them
and they could've rescued me.

but that's the cruel thing with
sad, lonely, suicidal kids.

they tend to be alone,
until they can't take no more,
and die together with their
silent cries of help.