But did they?

All these things,
that I have done,
Should have ended this,
But it has just begun.

All alone in this world,
That is what I am,
Not a friend to turn to,
For their words were all a sham.

And every single passing day,
Its as if my heart is ripped out,
Seeing all those pathetic kids,
All they do is pout.

As if they are the ones,
Living this nightmare,
They think no one loves them,
Or that any one even cares.

When really what their problem is,
Is all they do is cry,
Because they can't have that certain thing,
But did they ever see their own friend die?

Did they ever write their story on their wrists,
And no one even care?
Did they lie awake at night,
Wishing someone was there?

Wishing someone was there to hold,
To whisper to them that it's all right,
Wishing they could run and hide,
But have to stand and fight?

Did they like to go to sleep at night,
Because there dreams were better then this hell,
This hell that others go through every day,
But aren't able to tell?

The answer to all of this is no,
But they don't really care,
They are caught in there own world,
While we are here and they are there.