What would you do?

What would you do,
If you were the rape victim?
To know pleading never helped,
And his body used to press against yours.
Every night before bed,
This is what you waited for.
To know that he was your friend,
And he didn't care.
To know your first time you had sex,
You barely even knew what it meant.

What would you do,
If your friend commited suicide?
Can you imagine,
What it's like to cope day-to-day?
Can you even begin to think of the pain,
Knowing you couldn't even help.
Knowing they were in pain,
Every time you were with them.
And behind your back,
They drowned down pills and cut up their body.
Knowing they mutated themselves,
Feeling so worthless inside.

What would you do,
If everyone of your friends thought drugs solved things?
They hear something bad,
A rumor or a sad story.
They think it goes away by drowning themselves in the glory,
The glory of shooting up,
And smoking weed.
The glory of taking pills,
And drinking.

What would you do,
With your parent's abuse?
Would you cry out for help,
Or cover up the bruises with shirts?
What would you do,
If they told you, that you were fat,
And ugly and useless?
What would you do,
If they told you to leave,
That you were a mental case?
What would you do,
If even they didn't love you?

What would you do,
With the punches from your brother?
Someone starts a fight with you on the bus,
And he joins in to laugh at your pain.
You're the outsider,
So he hits you and yells at you.
He covers your face with a pillow,
To muffle the screams.
Bloody murder is what you're expecting,
From your so called brother.

What would you do,
If I told you I cut and puke?
Would you watch me as I do so,
Or take away my blade?
Would you believe me,
Or think I'm attention starved?
Yeah, So I'll just lie about those scars.
I already know the answer.
And at lunch, call me fat one more time,
Let's see how long you can go without eating.

What would you do,
If your mother called you her biggest mistake?
I know I'd cry all day.
How would you accept that,
Your mom doesn't even care.
The woman who raised you,
Gave up on you.
You weren't worth the fight,
Or the therapy sessions.

What would you do,
If I said I knew what this was like?
What would you do,
If this is how I felt every day of my life?
Would you turn the other day,
And forget all this pain?
Would you think I'm exaggerating,
Or know that I'm truley ashamed?
Would you be happy to know,
I'm dealing with this now.
That I'm fighting it every day,
That I'm learning how.
Would you be proud of me?
And think I'm as worthless as they say?
What would you do,
In these shoes?