"We had no idea she felt that way,"
"I wish I could have told her to stay,"
"She was so pretty...what a shame."
These are the things you're taught to say...
when someone you hardly knew ends their life.
But is that in fact all we can do?
Post about them after pulling the trigger,
Teach them that sadness is meant to hide,
But if killing oneself is the way to go,
Then sadness grew to be so much bigger.
You see...we don't talk about depression,
yet wonder about all the aggression,
And we give our youth misdirection,
Every time we stifle their pain.

And then someone pops some pills,
Or slits their wrists and we're concerned.
Where were we when they cried for help?
Where the hell were we when they cried for help?

We weren't concerned because we didn't take them seriously,
"Everyone gets sad but it gets better"
Is all we said.
And we turned our backs as if it was no big deal...
And now they're dead.