What I knew

I ask you everyday
If you are okay
And everyday you say the same
"I'm okay, just the same old pain"
I tried to understand
And give you a helping hand
You didn't think I could help you
Truth be told, I didn't think I could too

One day I came to your house late at night
I looked through your window because I saw a light
I saw you with a knife
I didn't understand what part of your life
Would give you so much strife
I guess I should of knew
What was wrong with you

I saw you the next day
And I just had to say
"What did you do last night"
You replied "I listened to my parents have another fight"
You looked so sad
I didn't want to make you mad
By telling you
What I knew

What I knew
Was eating away at me and you
Bottled up inside
You tried to hide
This feeling of great rage
I finally picked up the courage
To say
"I know what you did yesterday"

You looked a little mad
But I could tell I made you sad
You began to cry
I took out a tissue and began to dry
Your tears
And asked you about your fears

You said you were sick of the fights
Each and every night
You said you wanted them to understand
You took my hand
And showed me the cuts
What I wanted to say I couldn't put
In the right way

"Is there anything I can do
To help you
I hate to see you sad.
Have you tired to talk to your mom and dad?"

I really wanted to help you
But you said there was nothing I could do
Everyday I asked the same
But I could see your pain

One day I found a note
That you had wrote
From reading the note, I finally knew
The truth about you

You really couldn't handle the fights
And last night
With the strife
You took your life
Using the knife

I wish I could of helped you
But I really didn't know what I could do
I feel like this is all my fault that your dead
Lying in your eternal bed