Sure, he was quiet, and a little odd

But if you cared enough to talk to him

You'd know how sweet he really was.

 

If you cared enough to say hello,

Maybe he'd still be here;

Maybe he'd still linger the hallways

With his head a little higher, a spring in his step.

 

If you cared enough to lend a helping hand

You'd know how badly he needed a friend,

You'd know how lonely and isolated he truly was.

 

If you care enough to ask about his day

You'd understand how much he holds inside,

You'd realize his pain.

 

If only you cared enough to smile and wave once or twice

Maybe he wouldn't have taken his own life,

Maybe it would've given him the strength he needed

To pull through.

 

But you never cared, not at all.

So now he's gone; body, mind, and soul-

Torn violently from his family and the tiny shred

Of happiness his life contained

In a bloody attempt to end the pain.

Congratulations; you killed him

In every way one can be killed.