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
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
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