Just Another Statistic

I turned on my TV last night
And what did I hear?
A boy had committed suicide
Drunk on pity and on fear
He was only fifteen
A kid, my own age
With a razor and a messed up mind
As his life's sad last page
How do you lose all hope like that?
How does the emptiness flow?
How is your faith crushed flat?
How does nobody know?
I stayed awake in bed
Wondering what had gone wrong
I searched through my head
To find if I knew him at all
He could have brushed right by me
In the hallway at school.
Would I have even noticed?
Or just ignored him like a fool?
One little smile could be all he wanted
All that we need to do is give
To recognize each other's existence
Maybe then he would've lived.
He wouldn't be just another statistic
We would have throw away that knife.
How do you lose God
And take away your own life?
He's only one of thousands
Who leave the world in strife
What would be his one demand?
Maybe to respect each other - it could save a life.

**All it takes us a smile or a simple hello. Let's spread the love, ok?**
*Car*