Why don't you wrestle?
Why don't you fight?
You choose to give in
And run from the light.
How can't you see?
How can't you know?
With the fight you're not fighting,
You won't be let go.
You won't be set free.
You won't be let loose.
For the fate you're running towards
Is a seasoned, fit noose.
The very lives we should've saved,
The very lives we should've loved,
The ones we disregarded with
Apathy we could've disposed of.
This fight won't stop.
This fight won't end.
The unloved will fall defeated,
And the truth will bend.
People will believe they're worthless.
People will think they're not needed.
Because of the courage we kept to ourselves,
Their last shred of hope will be conceded.
Permanent bitter death will fall down.
Permanent depression will descend.
Because we chose to ignore,
It will continue: this unforgiving trend.
Why don't we stop this?
Why don't we cry out?
Just let them know you love them
And demolish the doubt.
So, reach out for a hand.
So, reach out for a life.
Just by caring you could be stopping
A gunshot, an overdose or simply a knife.