A little girl, I watch fade away
The red in her hair and the teeny tiny scars on her wrist remind me so much of myself
And where I used to be on a different level of this game
And another across the continent who begs for my silence not my help

And I worry about them, about what might happen, about the goodnight kiss, about how they’ll live through this
Because it’s not always easy to be strong
And it’s easier to just block out everyone

Here I am, hoping praying to the god that I do not believe in
Anything just to make sure they won’t be gone when I come back around
Anything to assure them that it’s okay to want a way in and then
To make sure they’re not one of the one-fifty every day
Who take their life in the name of despondency
Who fade away

A little girl who sits and misses her father
And another who just doesn’t get it
The reds in their hair and the teeny tiny scars on their wrists remind me so much of help
And the way they so desperately fight it

It’s not impossible to stay strong
But sometimes it’s hard to find a reason why

And when I wonder about their safety, I think about the millions of them
The little girls in black and blue, the ones who weren’t so lucky as to know when
And I think back on the times when we thought it was okay
When we thought it would all be over someday
And I wonder.

I wonder about the tens of thousands a year
I wonder about the ones who I never knew but might have loved or cared for
And I see the reds in their hair
And I see the sleeves gripped in the palms of their tiny hands as they lie on the floor
And I wonder

How at thirteen they- I- anyone could ever feel the need to leave.
I watch them as they post their woes and they bleed out the grief
I see myself in their eyes and wonder how they could think they’re worthless
I drive myself to worry and I never let myself stop
Because that’s when the emptiness drives through and that’s who they let talk

Because if they become that one-fifty a day
I’ll never look at that number the same, by the way
If they become that one-fifty
That’s two more that I failed to stop
And that’s two more beautiful things in the world that we’ve lost