Don't Close Your Eyes
We see them every day,
But never see them crying.
We claim to care about them,
But underneath, are lying.
We shun, we tease, we taunt them
As if death didn't matter.
We can't see what's underneath
Behind that cheerful chatter.
The smiles, the fronts, sleeves and cheer
Hide emotions we can't see.
The knives, guns, scars and tears
Form who they must really be.
How can we ask "How could they?"
When we really just don't care?
What gives us rights to blame them
For their own pain and despair?
Why do we turn around and
Try to hide from hurting hearts?
Why do we shut our eyes,
When we can help be a part?
So, what if you were like them?
What treatment would you expect?
If, instead, their pain was yours?
Now, what's the final effect?
So please try to understand
This constant search for an end.
'Cause who knows, the hurting one,
In pain, might be your best friend.
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