The kids these days are cutting
They smile but feel nothing

The teens these days are starving
Their invisible wounds are scarring

They all are filled with self-hate
Because they feel like a waste of space

They lie awake all night crying
They say they're fine but are lying

Each day they feel like hiding
Because each night they dream about dying

They all fear they're seeking attention
Fighting a battle they dare not mention

But the parents never wonder
And the teachers never question
That maybe all the kids these days
Are suffering from depression