Look into their hollowed eyes <br />and tell me you don't care. <br />There are so many hurting <br />and it's more than I can bear. <br /> <br />What happens to our young <br />that makes them crave the pain? <br />How could they feel so helpless <br />that it drives them near insane? <br /> <br />So many young are cutters. <br />They have a thirst for tears. <br />Where are all their parents <br />while they're out facing their fears? <br /> <br />How can we save these children? <br />It kills me when I know <br />that underneath they're dying <br />yet the scars they don't let show. <br /> <br />If I could give them strength <br />and help them see the way... <br />I'd trade them my tomorrows <br />if that gained them one more day. <br /> <br />Dedcated to K<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-s-happening-to-our-children/
