When I wrote this poem I became very emotional. Growing up as a child always watching the news I noticed a trend. Every now and then there would be stories on a teen who had committed suicide. This always bugged me because I knew they could have been saved. They reached out for help, some many times, but they didn't get the recognition they hoped for. No attention was paid. Their cries for help had been ignored, or innocently looked past. Maybe it was a dysfunctional family to blame. Maybe it was bullying. Whatever the cause may be they began to get deeper and deeper into their depression and soon later they took their own life. What irritates me is they get so much exposure after their deaths. Everyone talks and word goes around about the young life lost. Everyone begins to care.. when they should have cared when they were alive. They should have helped them when they were crying out for someone to listen. But everyone looked past them. People have become so self absorbed. They only pay attention once a tragedy occurs. But what sickens me most is the tragedy could have been prevented.