By Your Side
Poem By David Wilson
yeah well...you cant do a damn thing by yourself sometimes
how many friends did he have?
not 'friends' but friends...
how many people gave him a pat on the back and walked away?
how many looked him in the eyes, said it would all be okay?
then turned around and went on livin like its just another day?
how many really cared, what happend there in his poor young mind?
with no experience, few beliefs, and a death wish signed?
would you hvae remembered the suicide...if it wasnt part of the topic?
and if you had the chance...to save the one you hated..would go forth and stop it?
society doesnt care about who you are...only what you wear, and where you're from
society doesnt care about what you want, only what you say, what you do, and whether you march to the beat of the drum
society doesnt care, if you die, or if you cry, only how you live, and and if you can fly
but im not society, so if you ever need me, by your side, is where ill be
i dont care about our past history, or things you said to me, because ill never wish death upon thee
i know where you've been, and why it hurts, I know where you want to go, and why it works
but the truth is, its so useless, to pull up that knife, and end your life
come talk to me, like the others did, and i promise, ill never sell you away to the highest bid