We currently live in a world where teenagers are on their own. Our little children are out there alone not knowing the pain they are going through. Just at a young age, but already fighting depression and suicidal thoughts.
They are in fact neglected with no one to turn to. Many of them turn to drugs, alcohol, self-harm, and suicide. What now? Will we let our own pride suffer in an unfamiliar place. Homes became strangers to them, the only place they consider home is that one dark corner they tend to cry at, that one tree that they hug for comfort, that one blade that makes them bleed to let out their pain, and that one rope they attempted suicide with.
They called out to us, but we never stopped to listen. We are too blind to see beyond their pain and the scars printed on their thighs and arms. Until when will we let them suffer on their own?