What I wish He Knew

I wish he knew how much they hurt,
when he treats them worse than worthless old dirt.
I wish he knew how much they cried,
how much I think they just wish they could die.
I wish he knew a lot of things,
like where I would fly if I only had wings.
I wish he knew how I cry myself to sleep,
How my heart it just aches and it hurts way down deep.
I wish he knew how I hide the pain away,
yet still I think over all of it every single day.
I wish he knew what his choices have done,
I wonder what he would be if only God had won.
I wish he knew what happened to me,
that day on at my 11th birthday party.
I wish he knew how many scars I have,
And how I thought of him when I cut and then applied the salve.
I wish he knew what has happened in my life,
since I gave God my heartache, my grief, and my strife.
I wish he knew what we all have been through,
and I pray everyday about what I could do.